Saturday Sexcerpt – Surrender Love

Today Kayelle shares with us an excerpt from her story Surrender Love.  The cover is by Anne Cain and she did an incredible job. Kayelle has  had T-shirts made like Izzorah’s on the cover. Her son Jamin did the artwork for the shirt.  Well,  on to the Sexcerpt!

Surrender Love by Kayelle Allen

Note: “kosset” is a term of endearment in Luc’s original tongue that means “my ultimate treasure.” In this scene, Izzorah Ceeow has pledged himself to being Luc Saint-Cyr’s lover, and Luc has wined and dined him all evening. They share a few shots of Luc’s favorite whiskey, and Luc decides his playful, younger lover will relax even more in a bubble bath. While on their knees beside the tub, they kiss, and the bath is momentarily forgotten as Luc leans Izzorah back onto the heated tile floor…



“Rah. Love.” Luc set a knuckle beneath his chin and angled Izzorah’s face toward his. “You’re bound to be afraid. It’s ok. Everyone is their first time. Would it help if I told you what we’re going to do?”

He swallowed again, nodded.

“Good. You lie right there, and I’ll go over all the details. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” Luc bent to kiss him. “First, I’m going to unbutton your shirt. Like this.” He undid the top one. “See? Is that ok?”

“Uh huh.” Izzorah nodded.

“And then I’ll work my way down. Slowly. Like this. See?” He lifted his hand. “One button at a time. I’ll kiss you as I bare each little bit of skin. Not too fast. Like this.” His lips felt warm against the center of Izzorah’s chest.

Closing his eyes because of the heat behind them, Izzorah sighed his pleasure.

Luc pushed aside his shirt, cupped a hand behind Izzorah and tilted him toward his mouth. He used his smooth tongue on one nipple.

What would a human tongue feel like on my cock? He giggled. Guess I’m going to find out.

“See, Izzorah? Gentle, easy. No hurry. No force. It’s called making love because it’s supposed to show the other person how much you love them.”

“How can you love me, Luc? You don’t know me at all.”

He moved back up to Izzorah’s face. “The moment I saw you, my heart did a somersault. I couldn’t even talk straight. I’ve never been affected like that by anyone, love. You were right.” He slid a fingertip down Izzorah’s nose. “You do make me happy. You said you would love me, remember?”

He nodded. “I meant that. I wasn’t drunk.”

“I know, kosset. I will love you, too, Izzorah. I want to prove it by making love to you.”

Those words kindled a hot joy inside him. He curled the tips of his claws into Luc’s short hair and drew him down for a kiss. When it ended, he skimmed his fingers across Luc’s shoulders and down the front of his chest. “Your chest is naked. No pelt.”

“No.” Luc pressed his hand against Izzorah’s, trapping it against his skin. “Humans have hair. Some, more than others. May I play with your pelt?”

“Do you want to? You don’t think it’s ugly?”

“Ugly!” Luc’s eyes widened. “God, no. It’s one of the sexiest things there is about Kin males. Who dared tell you, of all people, that you were ugly? I’ll break his stupid neck.”

Izzorah laughed. His ears were buzzing, and that, combined with Luc’s handling, left him light-headed. He twisted around a little. “No one. You can let your hackles down. Uh– I guess.” He grinned. “You sound as ferocious as a Kin, even if you’re not one.”

“Thank you.” Luc slid aside Izzorah’s shirt and looked down at his chest. “I knew your pelt would be golden, even though you have black hair.”

“It’s a Ceeow thing. Our clan has golden pelts.” Izzorah pulled his shirt all the way open. “It’s like the Fasra ear tufts, you know? All of ’em have it. Called a trait in Felis.”

“That’s our word for it, too.” Luc stroked his fingers through the thick mat of Izzorah’s pelt. It covered his upper body from the center of his chest up to the top of his pecs, leaving his nipples bare. “Yours is beautiful. Like a lion’s mane, only on your chest.”

The warmth of the room made him drowsy. “What’s a lion?”

“I’ll show you pictures later. Right now, I need to tell you what else we’re going to do. You want to know, don’t you?”

Izzorah nodded.

“These pants you’re wearing–they’re great for our time together.”

Feeling woozy, Izzorah flattened his free hand on the floor. “They are?”

“Mmm. No belt.” He opened the top. “I’m going to slide down the fastener, like this, and ease one hand inside. Oh, Izzorah.” With an open palm, Luc caressed his shaft. “You’re beautiful. Look at this gorgeous cock.”

Embarrassment scalded his cheeks, but the feeling of Luc’s hand on him soon channeled the heat other places. He fanned his face. “Hot in here.”

“It’s you, love. You’re what’s hot.” Luc bent to kiss him. “I love your cock. It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He wrapped a fist around it. “Big enough around to fill my fist. So long I can’t hold it all.” Luc made a low humming sound. “This is the best part. This is where I kiss your cock the first time.” He bent toward Izzorah’s shaft, and moved to lie between Izzorah’s thighs. With one movement, he captured the head inside his mouth.

Izzorah arched his back and sucked in air over his teeth. He’d dreamed of this moment. Having a lover who’d cherish him, kiss him, take him into his mouth. Nothing had prepared him for the reality of it. The yearning that poured over him, the devastating heat of a real mouth capturing him.

Luc licked down the outside of his shaft. “I’m going to make love to every part of you, Izzorah.” He curled a finger beneath his balls and lifted them. “Suck these beauties into my mouth one at a time and drive you wild.”

Izzorah cried out, claws scraping against the tile floor as Luc did what he’d promised. The wet heat of Luc’s mouth wrung a cry from Izzorah’s throat. He shut his eyes, head tilted back.

“And now, I want to lavish more attention on this lovely cock.” Luc set both hands beneath the small of Izzorah’s back and tilted him upward, took all of him into his mouth and sucked.

Legs spread, captive within Luc’s mouth, Izzorah panted, all the while making little pleasure sounds he seemed helpless to stop. He stuffed a knuckle into his mouth and bit down, but he couldn’t hold back his cries. The hot wet slide of Luc’s mouth on his shaft, the swirling heat of his tongue, drove coherent thought far from him. Eyes shut tight, hands clenched, Izzorah whimpered.



It’s not rebound, loneliness, or great sex, and it’s beyond love. It’s surrender.

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.

Will their different worlds and private secrets tear them apart, or will they learn the meaning of trust, faithfulness, and surrender…


Available now from Loose Id. This is book one of the Surrender series; Love, Trust, and Will.


Cover Art by Anne Cain

Editor Heather Hollis

Surrender Love by Kayelle Allen

Unstoppable heroes, Uncompromising love, Unforgettable passion
Book one of a scorching M/M Sci-Fi Romance trilogy – Surrender Love


The above link is actually this one from Loose Id:


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Genre:  Erotic M/M Science Fiction Romance GLBT Multicultural/Interspecies Science Fiction/Fantasy
ISBN: 978-1-59632-874-7
Warnings:  male/male sex, explicit content, anal sex
Heat Level:  R=graphic sex
Format:  ebook in multiple formats
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Surrender Love

Surrender Love

AuThursday – Kayelle Allen

Kayell Allen joins us to day and she is such a talented author.  She seems to world build effortlessly and what a world it is.

Q: You’ve built quite a fan base around your Tarthian Empire. Why do you think it’s been so successful?

Thank you Tina! That’s kind of you to say. My books appeal on several levels and there is something for everyone. Each book can be read alone, although once readers meet the characters and learn they appear in other books, they often pick up one of those to learn more. In addition:

1) they’re hot romances with plenty of good character development, steamy sex, and people who care about one another. They don’t meet and instantly jump into bed, with one exception. Khyff Antonello in For Women Only is being paid to seduce an ambassador, and she walks up to him at a party, gives him the once over and within two minutes she’s asking him why they’re still there. Their first love scene lasts three chapters. He earned the nickname “The Machine” for a reason. Losing his heart was never supposed to be part of the mission.

2) There is a secondary layer to each story. Readers who follow all the books (five at Liquid Silver Books and now the first of a trilogy at Loose Id) know the background characters have ulterior motives; there are secret societies, layers of conspiracies, and hidden backgrounds. Nothing is as it seems, and searching the deeper meanings and covert aspects of the overall series fascinates some readers. It fascinates me to write them, because I have a twenty-year arc of books planned, and we are only in year five in the current book.

3) I recently began a yahoo group only for those who have read all six of the books so far. Those following the background stories, clandestine games, and hinted-at alliances can discuss them without spoiling the stories for more casual readers on my regular group. The new group itself is secret, and unlisted in the Yahoo directory. Membership is only by recommendation or invitation. If you’re one of those readers who’s fascinated by the deeper meanings and workings of these books and have read all of them, email me and I’ll send you a personal invitation. Here are the books to have read (the first five can be found at Liquid Silver Books: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, For Women Only, and the Tales of the Chosen trilogy: Wulf, Alitus, and Jawk, and the newest book from a new trilogy at Loose Id — Surrender Love. My books page has links to all my books, including two short stories at Shadowfire Press.

As to why it’s been so successful — I think it’s because I keep my promise to my readers: to give them a complex plot that immerses them in an erotic tale and provides plenty of unexpected action, in settings so real they’ll swear they’ve been there.

Q: Do you have a favorite hero in all your books? For any particular reason?

When I first started writing, it was Khyff Antonello. He was a tortured hero and the first two books either featured or were about him. Now, it’s moved to Luc Saint-Cyr. Luc is immortal, powerful, has a financial empire and a staff any real-life executive would give eye-teeth to have; he’s six feet five inches of glorious muscle and chocolate-colored skin, and is the most mysterious, enigmatic man in the Tarthian Empire. He wears solid-black contact lenses that cover every part of his eyes, the reason for which has been revealed (so far) only in Wulf, Tales of the Chosen. It will be revealed again in the next book in my Loose Id trilogy, Surrender Trust, out later this year. But the thing that captures my heart about Luc is that he uses his power, wealth, and influence to help the helpless. He’s spent thousands of years alone, always searching for the ultimate love and faithful heart. I described him this way in the blurb about Surrender Love. “…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.”

Q: What’s coming up on your schedule, book-wise, in the next year?

I have several projects in the fire. I’m working hard to finish the Surrender trilogy, plus I’m writing an M/M shape shifter anthology with the prolific and award-winning Kiernan Kelly that we’ll be shopping around to publishers soon. Among other things coming up are personal appearances as a guest at Outlantacon in Atlanta, Georgia the first weekend in May, I’ll be a vendor at Gay Days in Orlando in early June with Kiernan and author Vincent Diamond, and then over the Labor Day weekend I’ll be moderating the first GLBT-writing panel at DragonCon in Atlanta, titled “Exploring the Final Taboo: Authors of same-sex and ménage romance answer reader and writers’ questions about the genre.” Authors include Jolie du Pre, Sascha Illyvich, Morgan Hawke, Ally Blue, and of course, the matchless Kiernan Kelly. She and I take turns being sidekick and leader, and have become good friends over the last three years. This makes the third DragonCon we’ve attended together.

Q: How hard is it to keep sex/love scenes fresh and interesting?

I do a lot of research. Before you start snickering, one detail about my research that I’m not able to experience personally is the sexual aspect of physical relations between two men. I make no attempt to hide the fact that I’m a woman writing Romance between two men, and some would say I “lack the necessary plumbing.” My response to that is, “Hogwash!”


Ever since mankind started telling stories, and especially once they became mass marketed, men have written books that have sex scenes between a man and a woman. Obviously, they haven’t experienced sex from a female’s perspective. They (if they’re good writers) ask women how sex feels, what an orgasm is like, and what pleases her sexually. If a male writer can write acceptable female characters, what is the difference between that and a female writing male characters? Believe me, I do plenty of research, and have — shall we say — “well experienced” beta readers who let me know immediately if I get it wrong. While writing Surrender Love, one of my betas wrote back things like, “You know men don’t really talk to each other like this, don’t you? It’s too girly. Punch it up and take out the emotion. Add physicality. Guys don’t bare their hearts this easily.” Another time it was, “You’re writing this guy like he’s a girl with a dick. Go back and reread the end of the chapter and take a look at how he acts. You have to make him more masculine. Have him stand up for himself and argue back.” I love valid criticism — not the negative “you suck at this” type.


I’m no diva. My goal is to be realistic, make my guys hunks, and when they are at their most vulnerable (as all men are at some point in their lives), to portray him as that without emasculating him. Is it hard? Hoo boy. This is probably where I spend most of my time rewriting. By the time it gets to my editor, all I need are corrections to meet house style, or correct a new way of handling serial commas, for instance. Here’s part of my bio and I think it describes the way I write perfectly. These were various comments taken from readers that I combined into one paragraph and edited for continuity, and I’m really proud to be thought of so highly.

“Kayelle Allen is a multipublished author whose world building skills include a broad sweep of ten-thousand years of future history, a feline language, and trade standard laws for the empire where her books take place. Her writing lures you inside each hero’s head and seduces you with what he feels and thinks. She thrusts you into the hero’s heart and mind, teases and satisfies you with his sexuality and sensual joys, and drags you onto the roller coaster with him when it plunges into the darkness of things-gone-wrong. When you and the hero get off the ride at the end, it’s Kayelle’s hope you’ll be back in line when the next ride starts.”


Q: To date which of your books was the hardest to write and why?


I’d say it’s always the book I’m writing now, whichever one that may be. Each has its moments of panic where I doubt the plot, the character, the point of view (POV), the inclusion of certain aspects, you name it. Sometimes, when I get stuck, I find that I’m writing the scene from the wrong POV. Generally, I look at a scene and decide who has the biggest emotional wallop and go with the story from their viewpoint. I’ve learned, however, that we sometimes learn more about a character by seeing him/her go through a trial from another character’s POV, like a filter.


In Surrender Love, featuring Luc Saint-Cyr and Izzorah “Rah” Ceeow, I had one scene where Rah discovers the “dungeon” that Luc and Wulf had used for sex games. I was going to show Rah’s impressions of the various items (he was a virgin at the time) and let us see how it made him feel to think the man he was learning to love and trust got a kick out of hurting his lovers. Instead, I let Luc’s butler reveal that Rah had been inside the dungeon and was now missing. Luc’s guilt and regret at having ever built the room to accommodate Wulf’s desires tore Luc apart. He was terrified Rah would never trust him again, even though he’d planned to have everything torn out and refurbished as a place for Rah to practice with his band. He believed the way to his younger lover’s heart would not include pain. However, Luc hadn’t yet discovered (and won’t until the next book) that Rah has always secretly desired to be dominated. In Surrender Trust, Rah will learn to put himself into Luc’s experienced and capable hands, and Luc, whose break-up with Wulf over the dungeon and its use, will have to learn to re-trust himself and his own decisions. He must re-learn how to be a master. To do that, there are so many levels to deal with that the book is giving me fits. Honestly, the books that give me the most grief turn out to be the most lauded and the best sellers. Surrender Love has had five star reviews, and I expect Surrender Trust to be no less excellent, thanks to my amazing betas and Heather Hollis, my Loose Id editor.


Q: On average, how long does it take you to write a book?


It took me a year to write one, but only 2-4 months for most of them. I wrote Wulf and Alitus both within five months, but due to a packed release schedule, they were released five months apart.


Q: What influenced you to get e-published? How long did it take for your first book to get published?


I was researching publishers to see where I might fit, spending a lot of time online and at the library. I wrote Sci-Fi and was determined to be published within the next two years. (This was in early 2003.) I quickly discovered that the manuscript acceptance rate for Sci-Fi was only about 2%, not too encouraging. Romance, however, was much higher, and accounted for 38% of all paperback book sales in the US. I wanted a piece of that pie! So I changed my Sci-Fi to Sci-Fi Romance, set the series back in time about twenty years, and started writing in that “story year” in order to create the extensive background I would need for where I wanted the story to end up. In December 2003 I joined an online critique group, submitted chapters and critiqued others, absolutely believing it was only a matter of finding the right publisher and having good contacts. Barbara Karmazin, an amazing erotic author and the supreme specialist on alien sex, was also in that critique group. Bless her, she took me under her wing and introduced me to Liquid Silver. The timeline for being published was fairly short. I sorted through various storylines I’d started in the past, chose one, changed around the characters a bit, and ended up with At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, completed by February. I polished it, submitted it in March, and had a contract in April. It was released in July. So from absolute start when I picked up the notes and decided this one would be a good place to start to the release date was about eight months. I released my second book, For Women Only in December the same year. A note on my personal tribute to Barbara – Luc Saint-Cyr lives in the Nizamrak Building which is Karmazin spelled backward. It’s mentioned in every book.


Q: What do you think is the biggest misconception in erotic romance fiction?


That Erotic Romance books aren’t for “ladies.” Hello? This is the 21st century! I grew up in an era where women were burning bras and fighting for equal pay for equal work. When my own mother was born, women hadn’t been allowed to vote yet. She was two before that law passed. The very phrase “allowed to vote” offended me. Why would I even have to be “allowed” to have the same rights as a man? Why was there ever a thought that we weren’t equal to men? Yet when I married, it was the first year that banks had to stop asking about what type of birth control I used before I could apply for a checking account or credit card, and I no longer had to have my husband’s permission to gain an account. How degrading was that! I joined the Navy the year before, and it was the first year that women didn’t need a parent’s permission to join the service; men weren’t required to ask. Translate those same grievances and multiply them exponentially to blacks in America. I remember the Freedom Marches and riots in Watts. Now we have a black American president. The newest target for prejudice (other than racial profiling) is sexuality. Brokeback Mountain was a perfect example of the intolerance of alternate sexuality. In the end, the brutal slaying of one of the lovers is discussed as if it was a mere accident, and not one his family lifts a finger to right the wrong, even though they are perfectly aware of what happened. They act as if he deserved it simply because he was different. His lover withdraws from life itself, with only a denim jacket as a remembrance of the man he loved. Erotic writing has the power to make alternate sexuality and preferences become less “strange” and more commonplace, opening doors for acceptance. I’m proud to be part of that trend.


Q: What makes your characters so vulnerable yet strong? Can you describe them to us? What do you do when characters stop talking to you when writing?


A vulnerable yet strong character is my favorite type to write. I relate most to them, no matter what their vulnerability or strength. To use the characters in Surrender Love — Luc Saint-Cyr’s strength is his immortality. No matter what happens, he will survive. That is also his greatest vulnerability. He’s doomed to suffer through century upon century of loneliness and loss. With his great heart, he falls in love every lifetime, and his stamina is legendary. He is no longer affected by alcohol, so he can down several bottles of Kelthian whiskey (his favorite) and it has no more effect than tea. That means he can’t even drown his sorrows with a good drunk. Sexually, few humans rarely satisfy him because his metabolism enables a nearly constant erection, so he makes no attempt to be faithful to a human lover — they could be physically injured if he took them until he was sated. In almost every case, a character’s vulnerability is a coin, the reverse of which is their strength. For Rah, the other hero in Surrender Love, his determination not to be dominated in a matriarchal society where once he had been married off he would have zero rights and no freedom drove him to find a clever means of escape off world. That same determination plunged him into a life on the streets once he reached Tarth City. His strength overshadowed his weakness, however, and he used his ability to play drums to find work as a fill-in drummer until he auditioned for a permanent gig with Kumwhatmay. Through it all, he kept three huge secrets, and only his closest cousins knew the truth. When Rah meets Luc, the walls each of them has built around himself start crumbling, and as each chinks away at the mortar holding up the bricks, more and more of their true selves are revealed. But how far are they willing to go? How much are they willing to trust? We’ll discover that in the next book.


To me, nothing’s worse than when characters stop talking to me. What do I do when that happens? I remember what my mother always said. “When in trouble, when in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.” LOL And of course I don’t do that! I suffer for days sometime, weeks even, always with the story on the “back burner” of my mind, simmering away, waiting for the right tenderness of the meat, the infusion of the vegetables in the broth. I edit something else. I rewrite the scene from another POV. I work on the outline, which usually starts a sketchy one page “Part A Boy meets Boy, Part B, Boy loses Boy and Part C Boys get back together.” It’s never that simplistic, because I have conspiracies to develop and political upheaval to plot on my world, so I will often work on perfecting more of the timeline. One time, I spent so much time piddling with a list of the Empress’s Stable (her male harem of men referred to as her Jades) that I wrote out the names, birth years, home planets, hair, eyes, skin tones, species (like a feline Kin or a Satyr-like Tyran, a completely androgynous Chiasmii, or a good old human) what their political background was (were they gifts from visiting “governors?” Did she obtain them herself in some interesting way? Why did she invite him into her harem? In my current books she has about twelve Jades, but I have a list of around one hundred-fifty men that she will add over the next fifteen years, including a few who end up heroes of their own books (such as Khyff). I’d really like to do a book of short stories explaining how she obtained a few of them, and what his sexual expertise is. Like Luc Saint-Cyr, the Empress is an immortal and has the same stamina. She however, was created with a sex drive that’s off the scale and having sex five or six times a day barely takes away the flame of her desire. No wonder she has so many Jades. Each of them has a back-story, family, and personal desires. Not all came to her unwillingly, and she has many whom she protects for various reasons. A few, revealed in a later book, are never involved with her sexually.


One book took me a solid year of rewrites before I realized I simply could not get the hero and heroine together because they weren’t right for each other. Once I got that through my head, I took apart the usable aspects of the story and actually came up with plots for five different books, including the Tales of the Chosen series. Writer’s block happens for many reasons. Sometimes, it takes putting it away and working on another project for a while so you can clear your mind.


Q: What do you feel is the most important aspect for all new authors to remember when writing or creating their own stories? Any advice for aspiring authors?


The most important aspect for all new authors … I would say take the time to develop your world, whether it’s a contemporary set in your home town, a Regency Romance, a tale set in the highlands of Scotland (oh, yum!), a cowboy story, mystery, faery world, vampire paranormal, or a gay romance. If there are rules your fey must follow, write them down and use them. Your readers will catch you if you say something’s one way in book one and another in book five. Keep notes! I have nearly a full language for the Kin, and I don’t create a word without putting it into my glossary first. That glossary goes with my ms when I submit it to my editor and proofers, and to my embarrassment, they have caught me using the wrong word in my own created language! Don’t assume no one will notice or that they won’t catch it. If readers love your work, they will. I just got an email from a reader who bought Surrender Love, then picked up my other five books and read them, then went back to Surrender Love and read if four more times. If there was a contradiction, do you think she’d find it? You betcha!


My favorite advice for aspiring authors in any genre is “Do not let anyone steal your dream. Not even you.” That means cut the negative self talk immediately. Never use the words “I’m only”. Imagine sending this letter as your query. “I know that you’re busy and will understand if you just set mine aside because I’m a new writer and don’t have the same polish as other writers in your publishing house. A lot of my friends say I have a way with words, so I thought I’d send it to you. I hope if you like it, you’ll let me know, or at least send me a bona fide rejection letter which I will reverently frame.” How interested is this publisher going to be in you after reading this? Yes, this is an extreme example, and not one most of us would be crazy enough to write. But never send a query without someone (think author, not your crafting buddy) read it first for clarity and interest. And for goodness sake – if you can’t take a critique from a friend who cares about you, how in the world will you ever survive reviews? Toughen up. Be friendly, care about others and help them as much as you can. The more you do for others the higher you are lifted yourself. Huge shameless plug here. Come over and join the group I created for authors (published and unpublished), literary agents, editors, author promotion services, publishers, and artists. Marketing for Romance Writers is open to every genre and you don’t have to be a Romance author. If I had it to do over, I’d have called it Marketing for Online Authors. My 20/20 hindsight kicking in. 🙂


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

I’m in way too many yahoo groups to list them all, so I’ll give you a list of my major hangouts. I frequent all these groups plus a few that are invitation only, such as RomVets, which is for female Romance writers who served in the armed forces. If that describes you, contact me and I’ll put you in touch.


Romance Lives Forever            

Romance Lives Forever – MySpace

Romance Lives Forever – Blog   

Marketing for Romance Writers 

Kayelle’s Coffee Corner            

Loose Id Community                

Liquid Silver Readers               

Shadowfire Café                      

Immortal Heroes                      

Whipped Cream 2                    

Promo Literary Nymphs           

Gay Writers/Readers               

Brenda Williamson Romance Party




Wiki Romance – Kayelle (in process)

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Wow!  Kayelle is sure busy.  Be sure to join me Saturday when we read a SEXcerpt from one of Kayelle’s books.  Yummy.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Finding Mr. Right

Welcome Back Naughty Boys and Girls.  Shara is here to share an Naughty Excerpt.  Sit back and enjoy!

This one’s hot and humorous, from FINDING MR. RIGHT IS MURDER available at

And just like that the woman was out. Her lips parted slightly and her legs relaxed apart. For the first time in an hour, Gage noticed the curves under her satiny pajamas. A bra held her breasts in place on top of her chest, but the shirt itself slid off her shoulder, baring a strap to view. Not much, but it had him thinking about lowering the strap and revealing what he was sure would be a gorgeous view.

They should get moving, keep searching the house, stop a murderer, but suddenly that didn’t seem important. He had the fleeting thought of stop Hunton … before his body made the decision for him, his feet traveling across the room so he could join Leanne on the bed. Okay, so denying a conscious decision didn’t excuse him, but he didn’t care. He wanted to relax next to her, press against the length of her body.

She didn’t even murmur when the mattress creaked and shifted from his weight, so he spent some time examining her light pink lips, their curve and texture, while keeping his head propped on one hand. He listened to her breath, inhaling and exhaling, rhythmic and peaceful. Her eyelashes rested gently against her cheeks. Light eye shadow and liner accented her lids, but her lashes were unadorned and so feminine.

He examined the shape of her ears, mentally joking with himself about what a sap he’d become.

Hardboiled private detective pauses to admire ears.

If Carter only knew! But those lobes were so inviting. Would she mind if he just nibbled them for a bit, followed by those luscious lips? And maybe the eyelids, too. He’d stroke them with his tongue and kiss the bridge of her nose to her chin. Then he’d think about her delectable neck, so accessible, so sensitive to the touch of heated lips.

God, if only he were an artist or a poet, but he was just a man and his body demanded he do more than observe. He lightly tugged her blouse down her shoulder and found a choice bit of skin to kiss. She smelled fruity, like some kind of melon soap, but she tasted fresh and feminine.

She moaned and rolled toward him, keeping her eyes closed, though a smile played about her lips. He kissed her chin lightly, then quickly moved on to the tip of her nose.

Her smile grew and her eyes opened.

“Does this mean I’m in the clear?” she asked.

“Oh definitely.” He kissed one cheek then the other, feather light, purposely tame.

“But you could still be the murderer.”

“Not me. I’d murder Hunton, if anyone. No reason at all to off Doreen.”

“Oh, speak more hot words to me.”

He chuckled. “You started it.”

“Let me stop it.” She threaded her fingers behind his head and pulled him close enough to kiss.

*  *  *

He’s kissing me again! The ‘Sex God of the World’ and possible murderer is kissing me again!

Leanne realized she was asking for trouble, but as long as trouble felt this good, she’d keep on asking. Gage’s legs threaded with hers atop the soft mattress and bedspread. One of his arms was tucked under his ear while the other was draped over her shoulder so he could stroke her back. She held onto his waist as if her life depended on it, as his lips explored her face, her neck, her collarbone, and her lips again.

“You are such a distraction,” Gage whispered. “If you were the murderer, you could have stabbed me in the back by now and I wouldn’t have cared.”

“Ah, more sweet nothings. You’re really turning me on.”

Her voice was sardonic, but her body buzzed. Yes, the alcohol was in her system, but alcohol never felt this … hard. Gage’s hips rocked closer. Hard, his whole body was hard—his chest, the muscles in his back, his firm ass, which she’d unwisely let her hands explore. And of course, the erect muscle pushing into her abdomen.

She nibbled his lips, upper then lower, then traced her tongue between them. She wasn’t thinking too clearly, but this felt so right, so necessary, like being so close to death demanded she do something … alive.

“Ah,” Gage murmured, opening his mouth. Her hands kneading his ass inspired him to do the same. Liquid heat flooded Leanne’s body, as he scooted a bit lower so that the puzzle pieces fit better. The mere barrier of clothes did nothing to discourage his quest.  His cock pushed against the V of her legs and she widened them as much as possible from her sideways position, to allow him access.

“So good,” Leanne whispered, holding back a moan. Was it too early in the relationship to moan? God, she wanted to moan and rip his shirt off and claw at his shoulders.

Gage rolled Leanne onto her back and settled on top of her. His weight made her feel so protected … and so turned on. Now he had the mobility to explore more with his lips while his arms held some of his weight to avoid crushing her. But she wanted to be crushed, squashed, melded. Well, once they were naked, she wanted to be melded.  Random thoughts about letting Jenny down flowed through her brain, but her whiskey-soaked cells chased them away. She needed to be selfish for a little while, indulge in a little denial. If she was here in Gage’s arms, then nothing bad could happen to her. Nothing bad had happened. She was safe.

Shifting his weight to his lower body, Gage managed to unbutton her top with one hand, revealing her plain bra.

You should have worn the lace, dumb ass.

But Gage didn’t seem the least bit disappointed with the cotton as he ran his thumb over the fabric, torturing Leanne’s nipple into revealing itself. Once it did, he unhooked the front clasp, pushed the white aside and lowered his lips to her breast.

She moaned.

And she kept moaning as he rolled her sensitive nipple around his tongue and nudged it with his teeth, teasing and tasting and flipping her out. Her other nipple was beyond lonely. Pick me, it cried. Leanne switched from massaging Gage’s shoulders to combing her fingers through his hair, none too gently. He switched his attention finally, again sliding the fabric to the side so he could lick her neglected nipple while the left one remained ruby red with satisfaction.

When his mouth trekked lower, across her ribs, inside her belly button, her practical mind reared its unwanted head and mentioned birth control, condoms, STDs.

Oh shut up! Maybe he just wants to eat me out. Maybe he won’t want his own satisfaction.

Yeah, right.


“Um, Gage?”

He grunted and pulled the waistband of her pants lower on her hips.

“Gage, do you have a condom on you?” She could hope, right?

He grunted again, while kissing the upper curve of her hip. Oh my, that felt good.  She was tempted to let him continue having his way with her. What would it hurt? One time only.

Her inner pragmatist reminded her that it only took one time. Well, shit.

“Gage, unless you have a condom, we have to stop.”

His chin brushed a slip of pubic hair, revealed just above the top of her waistband.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply in through her nose. Her body was totally rebelling against her common sense.


Check out an excerpt from the first chapter at:

AuThursday – Shara Lanel

Q: How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing my whole life, but I really decided to focus in on romance and a career in writing about 9 years ago. I joined my local RWA (Romance Writers of America) chapter and learned so much about the craft of writing and the professional side of things.

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

Start by learning your basics. Read Strunk and White’s Elements of Style and find a critique group or partner (preferably who knows more than you do). Attend any local writing workshops or meetings you can, and when you feel you’ve improved, enter some contests. Contests that offer critiques of your 1st chapter will give you an idea of how much more you need to learn. Don’t even worry about agents and editors until you’ve got a good handle on the craft.

Q: How did you deal with rejection letters, if you received any?

Well, that depended on what mood I was in and how many rejections I’d received in a row, like the time 20 agents rejected me in one month. Sigh. The reason I got so many rejections at once was because I was submitting like crazy. This meant I also received a few requests, so it was worth it. In some cases a rejection has made me determined to submit something better to the same publisher—I see it as a challenge. Sometimes you need to get a little angry to keep going, but don’t ignore the advice in the rejection when someone takes the time to give you specifics—that’s rare and useful.

Q: Any recent appearances that you would like to share with us about/any upcoming ones?

On Valentine’s Day five authors from my RWA chapter signed at our local Barnes & Noble. The store had a lot of foot traffic that day, so it was a very successful signing. I like signing with at least one other author so I have someone to chat with during the slow times. To keep up to date with my signings, etc , I have a Yahoo loop, announcements/newsletter only—not a chat loop. Join here:


Q: Do you have a favorite hero in all your books? For any particular reason?

I fall in love with each of my heros. I love Rick from Enlightened Love because he was my first and very fascinating (a virgin ex-monk). Then there’s Heath in Primitive Passion. He’s sexy, demanding, and a bit…well…primitive, but he’s fighting his own darkness—and that’s what I love the most about him. It makes him vulnerable.

Q: Who are some of your favorite authors?

This is constantly changing. For a while I bought every Evanovich book the second I could get my hands on them. I love older Nora Roberts—I haven’t read her as much lately—and can get deeply engrossed in an Elizabeth George novel (she also has an excellent writing book that I love). Most recently I just read book number one in Wendy Roberts Ghost Dusters series. Loved it!

Q: What´s coming up on your schedule, book-wise, in the next year?

I’ve finished a cute novella about a ghost hunter and a groovy 60s ghost, but it doesn’t have a home yet. Meanwhile I’m working on a sequel to my Loose Id release, Blame It on the Moon. No finish date yet.


I like the scenes to fit the characters and the story. The characters and their emotions are what make each sex scene hot, whether it’s traditional or…ahem…alternative.


When I sold my first book to Liquid Silver Books, I was given an excellent editor who not only helped me heat up my book to LSB standards, but improved my overall writing. I am so indebted to her. Since then I gained a much better grip on the market, so I can cater the heat to the publisher.

Q:  Where can Reader’s find you on the World Wide Web?

My web site is You can also find me on Facebook and my MySpace page is

AuThursday – Savanna Kougar

Welcome Naughty Boys and Girls.  Savanna Kougar joins us today.  And She’s included an Excerpt from one of her books.  Read on:

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


Currently, I would suggest looking carefully at the NY print publishers in comparison with the small print/e-book publishers. Which career path do you, as an aspiring author, want to travel? Which one suits you and your writing best? Take a look at the authors you admire. Who are they published with? What is their *I’m now published* story? Do you as an aspiring author, only want to be a NY print author? Did your fave authors begin with e-books, in order, to jump in and eventually publish with the big print houses? Or, are they basically happy building a career with the small/e-book publishers?


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


Wondrous, excited… almost disbelieving. It’s been a very long road for me. I also felt accomplished, even knowing it was merely a beginning.



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


Oh no! Not all of them! That would take several pages since I have tons o’ wips. However, I just sent off my first ménage, a contracted novel with Siren-BookStrand, titled ~ HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES. Here’s the blurbie to date:


How many Superheroes does it take to satisfy the one woman who dances like a fire goddess? Answer: the four Dark Valorous Brothers of Chrontropolis.

Before the weather wars destroyed her world, Wendra was the girl next door, except for her dancing talent and her desire to become a top performer. When she is rescued from her own desperate attempt to fly inside her flame by Dark Zavier, then claimed by the four Dark Valorous brothers, she has no idea to how cope with their primitive insatiable sexual needs, or their passionate longing to bond with her.

On top of that, her own super power, the ability to use flame as a weapon, is becoming stronger by the day, even if it remains useless against the Dark Brothers’ determination to master her. Still, how does she make her own blazing mark, in the new world of Superheroes and Super Villains?


I’ll also be writing another ménage for Siren-BookStrand titled ~ BRANDED BY THE TEXANS. You can’t tell by the title, but the story is a fusion of paranormal romance subgenres.


And, right now, I’m writing a shifter romance novella from a man’s POV, titled ~ STALLION OF ASH AND FLAME. This is the crude working blurbie:

What happens when a man-stallion of ash and flame on a mission from another world, wants a Earth woman he’s not supposed to have, yet must protect at all costs from their horde of enemies. His world depends on it, her world depends on it. And his heart comes to depend on it.


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

Wow, no fair! My heroines and heroes would hotly disagree with any choice I might make. Although, truthfully, I don’t have one I consider the hottest. That being said… here’s snippet scene from HER INSATIABLE DARK HEROES ~ that, well, judge for yourself.

“SlashFlame Kitten,” Zion groaned. With one finger he tenderly separated her wet curls. Carefully he pulled back the flesh of her mound with his fingertip. Wendra almost screamed, the pleasure softly ripping up her belly. “God, you’ve got to see her clit. It’s huge. Red and gleaming like the devil’s own sin.”

“God.” Zavier uttered a fierce groan.

For a long moment Zotorro clamped her nipples between his fingers. He gripped her enormous hard buds without compromise, holding.

“Look,” Zion prompted. “I’ll bet her clit is pulsing for us.”

“Our first look at her. Together,” Zent growled, his tone primitive. “My cock is in hell, until I can get it inside her.”

“Wendy,” Zotorro harshly praised. “God, my rod has never been this heavy, this fucking hard. She’s beautiful.”

With her nipples fierce for more stimulation, Wendra uttered a sharp scream. She tried to buck her hips, the pain of need clawing up her insides. God, she had to have an orgasm. Now.

“Do it,” Zavier desperately rasped.

Zion’s finger slipped over her clit, then lightly fondled the length, easing the wanton frantic ache, yet building a more ruthless need inside her.

“That’s it. Do it to her.” Zent squeezed her breasts a bit more, adding to her rapturous sensations, and to the torrid heat of her flesh.

When she thought she would burst apart at her very seams, the ache climbed higher, then bloomed outward in a tumultuous bliss that soon had her sailing, as if she winged through heaven.

“Stop. Just hold her.” She heard Zavier speak from on high. Everything bloomed inside her, magnificently unfolding, flowing outward as she continued floating. Nearly mindless.

Once she began to fall, and once she became aware, she struggled not to land. Knowing they, all the Dark brothers, waited for her. Her loins still hungered for the thrusting of their cocks, yet she wasn’t prepared for this. She really wasn’t.

Q: How anatomical are you when describing sex organs?

Lol, I guess you can get an idea from the snippet above. God! Goddess! I hate anatomical clinical names and I do my best never to use them, unless it actually works for the story. Why this passionate hate? The sound of the words, themselves. I hate the way the word ‘penis’ sounds, for example. It’s like listening to a type of music you hate, for me, or scraping chalk on a chalkboard. Yet, cock… give it to me, baby.

My question: Why such ugly names for such magnificent parts and bits? I’d really like the answer for that. Come on, how sexy and sensual is the word ‘masturbate’?

Besides, and maybe it’s a generational thing, but I’m not thinking or feeling *take my vagina with your penis*, when in the throes of passion. Or *Yes, yes! Suck my clitoris*. To me, it’s all about the feeling, from physical to spiritual. It’s about the sheer ferocious pleasure. It’s about the powerful emotions involved, whether carnal or sweetest love. It’s not about a clinically observed act.

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

Oh, that’s an interesting question. For one thing my books haven’t been reviewed that much to date. So take that for whatever it’s worth. However, ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE received a 5 star review from Debra of ReviewYourBook. And, RED LIONESS TAMED, received 5 flowers from Book Cravers Reviews. What was truly pleasing about those two reviews was that the reviewer truly ‘got’ the story. As an author I am eternally grateful for that.

My fave reviews, though, have been from other romance authors, unsolicited and a fantastic wonderful surprise, in all three cases. Lindsay Townsend, an author with BookStrand and Kensington, reviewed WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS and ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE. And Bekki Lynn, author with Siren-BookStrand, reviewed BLACK CAT BEAUTY, which is now on her keeper shelf.

Oh, and as a spoof and because of my contrary nature, I wrote up a fun, tongue-in-equine-cheek review for my stallion shifter sci fi story, TANGERINE CARNAL DREAMS. The son of Pokey, of Pokey and Gumby Claymation cartoon fame, wrote up his five whinny review.

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

Yep, that’s a definite ‘yes’. I write on the edge of experimental, often, and take chances with my writing style, which is not appreciated by some. Understandably. Let’s see, the comments that niggle the most have come from reviewers. Hmmm… Lady Sheridan would have told Baron Zaggry straight out, he raped her, contrary to one reviewer’s opinion that the sex scenes were close to rape, in All Shades of Blue Paradise. And gee, I think Sun Rocket, my lioness woman in Red Lioness Tamed, would have had a few clawing grrr’s of disagreement over her cover art being pitiful and thus deserving of a pitiful review. Also, after a dismissive shrug and maybe for feline grins, Sable Kiki, my heroine in Black Cat Beauty, might just visit Mrs. Giggles next Halloween and really make her laugh out loud, or run shrieking into the spooky night, right into the arms of Dracula. Oh, and Sedona, my heroine in When a Good Angel Falls, definitely appreciates the seductive talents of her Carnal Cherub, and doesn’t experience one moment of ‘ick’.

Q:  What makes a book a page turner?

Good question, of course. I write what are page turners for me, which often happens when I’m revising or in edits. I’ll get happily lost in my own story. However, that doesn’t mean that would be true for another reader. You always hear this hype about a book being a ‘page turner’. Well, there might be a few out there that are page turners for all of us. I haven’t experienced what are often labeled *page turners* to actually be real page turners. Not for me. I think it’s individual and personal.

What makes a page turner for me? Romance and true love, adventure, passion, creative and intense eroticism…an artfully powerfully told story which lets the imagination live. In movie form that would be GONE WITH THE WIND, STAR WARS, ROMEO AND JULIET, THE PRINCESS BRIDE, THE BIG EASY, all the INDIANA JONES movies, as examples. I know I’m leaving out some. TV form? I can’t resist THE HIGHLANDER series with Adrian Paul. Or XENA, WARRIOR PRINCESS and THE RELIC HUNTER. If I go on, the list would be too overwhelming.

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

No, not always. I do create good looking heroes, so far, just because… hey, I’m writing the fantasy and I’m writing what appeals to my heroine. However, I recall reading some of Diana Palmer’s romance novels, where the hero is more powerful and rugged in nature than good-looking. Works for me! To be honest, if the quality and substance of the man doesn’t match his good looks, hey, I’m not interested and neither are my heroines. Certainly, not in terms, of having a real relationship or falling in love. Yeah, maybe, falling in lust, for a fling… but never for a lifetime.

Thanks for joining us Savanna!    Next week Shara Lanel will join us!  Yay! 

See you then,