AuThursday – Cheryl Dragon

Please join me in welcoming fellow Resplendence Author Cheryl Dragon.  Welcome Cheryl, so how long have you been writing?

In my head, always. Seriously, since my early twenties. If I didn’t write, I think I’d go crazy!

Q:  Do you have a specific writing style?

I don’t know how specific it is. I tend to be more casual in feel and fast paced. I hate getting bogged down in tons of mundane detail and description when there’s so much to tell. My intention is to get the important stuff there and let the reader experience the story unfolding.

Q: Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

Writer’s block is rare since I am constantly getting new ideas. The harder part is focusing on the book I need to finish and ignore the new ideas bugging me. If I can’t ignore the idea, I write down notes so I won’t forget it and then I can get back to the story at hand.

For true writer’s block, I’ll change to a different story. Since I write mostly novellas and short stories, it’s not a big deal to switch when one isn’t working. I always go back to a story. Sometimes the click of what a character wants just takes a little time.

 Q:  How much of your books are realistic?

Unless we’re talking about my paranormals, it’s all realistic. There may be a bit of a fantasy element to some people. Most of my writing is contemporary. I write a lot of ménage which some people might feel isn’t realistic in a long term relationship but stranger things have happened. BDSM, m/m, ménage…it all happens or we wouldn’t be so interested in it. I’ll admit, it’s not common but that’s what makes it even hotter.

Q:  Would you tell us your story of getting “the call?”

The call was actually an email from Ellora’s Cave. I’d been trying traditional romance publishers and it never worked. Everyone loved my hot love scenes so I thought I’d give erotic romance a try. Since then it’s been a wild ride!

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

 The biggest misconception is it’s all about the erotic sex. Or that it’s porn. Women’s sexuality has been repressed for centuries and this genre gives women what they want. The romance, the emotional connections, and the amazing sex focused on their needs. Here women get their fantasies fulfilled.

Q: We all know “SEX” sells, have you ever been asked to “sex-up-your books”?

No, I really don’t have that problem. Some pubs might ask that of writers to bulk out a book but I’ve never been asked to do that. I think most writers have a good feeling for the genre they’re writing and what readers want from a story. I want my characters to be happy, find love, and enjoy all the sexual exploration of that relationship. That’s a happy ending! So my heroines and heroes have a lot of great sex while building and exploring their relationship.

 Q:  What is on tap for the rest of 2010?

 My November release is Pushing Penny. A BBW BDSM:

Going to Italy with a sexy man should be hot but for Penny it’s all business. The plus sized designer of plus sized fashions met Grayson Raider at her best friend’s wedding, and now, he’s her bodyguard. While she doesn’t expect trouble, Penny’s rich Texas family is overprotective. She has no reason to protest—Grayson makes her feel safe and beautiful.

Grayson knew the moment he met Penny that she was the challenge he’d been looking for. Confident in her work, Penny needs to let him lead in the bedroom. His Dom side enjoys giving her pleasure and pushing her limits. Being tied up naked by a man she’s paying to protect her is hot enough, but when he starts using mirrors and fashion to drive her crazy, he might just push Penny right out of her comfort zone.

 Coming December 15th!

 Fly Boys


For Laura, dating Craig, an air force pilot, has been nothing but great. Bonding with Craig’s three housemates who served with him has been an experience in military closeness and deep admiration for men in uniform. The news that they’ve shared everything, including women, is arousing and a bit of a challenge. And Laura wants to take it on. The guys ease her into action, and soon, she can’t imagine life any other way—even if one of the guys is a bit reserved with her. But Laura’s biggest adjustment will be to their weird work schedule. Three months on duty and three months on her!

 Q:  Where can readers find you on the world wide web?


Saturday Sexcerpt – Nightwalker by Rhonda Print

Welcome back naughty boys and girls!

Today we are reading an excerpt from Rhonda Print’s Nightwalker available at Liquid Silver Books.

Ian took my hand and led me to a glass-enclosed atrium. Stars glittered above me through the glass ceiling and the desert outside was backdropped by the mountain range. A jetted spa that trickled a waterfall into a large swimming pool illuminated the room. Palm trees surrounded the edge of the spa, providing privacy. Wow.

“It’s like an oasis in the desert.” I spoke softly so as not to disturb the natural peace in the room. Like talking in a library.

Ian walked over to a large stone bench and sat. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his pale skin and muscles hidden beneath. I silently gasped and felt a wave of desire heat my body. Each muscle flexed and tensed as he moved to kick off his boots; then pulled his socks over his feet. As he bent and exposed his back, I couldn’t help but admire the breadth of his shoulders, my eyes following his spine down to his narrowing back and waist. His wavy black hair fell over his face and I was left with a view of his neck. I had the sudden urge to run my tongue along his exposed neckline to his kissable mouth. I wanted to slide my hands over the strong shoulders and let them slowly caress a path down his chest and along the expanse of his stomach, tracing the trail of soft, dark hair that led from his navel and disappeared under the denim of his jeans. I wanted to feel his hands fist in my hair as I explored his body.

I shook myself out of the thought.

My face blazed red as I saw Ian’s eyes bore into mine, the look of passion on his face that a man gets when he knows you’re interested in more than just conversation.

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AuThursday – Danielle D. Smith

Q:  When and why did you begin writing?

I originally began writing as a very young tween, around 10 years old. I was really into epic fantasy, mythology, and history very early on and that always impacted what I wrote. I had poetry and short fiction published in student journals and newspapers before letting writing fall to the wayside in favor of visual art. I jumped back into writing around two years ago as a de-stressor, got my first dark fantasy book published, and have never looked back.

Q:  What books have most influenced your life most?

 Gosh, that’s a hard one. General retellings of ancient myths and legends have always been big for me. I absolutely adore Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, especially the first book in the series, The Gunslinger. Other big influences have been the dark London fantasy King Rat by China Mieville, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, and Penny Dreadful by Will Christopher Baer. All of these books opened my imagination up all the more and allowed my art to flourish and, therefore, made my life richer and more fulfilling.

Q:  How do you make time to write?

 I am truly a Jack-of-all-trades, so trying to make time to write can be a challenge. I am a tattoo artist in a custom shop, a painter, and an illustrator/book cover designer as well so I have to manage my time carefully. I usually hit the laptop in the evening, after I get home from the tattoo shop. I always have a beer or glass of wine on hand as I write so I can relax and get into the mood.

 Q:  What tools do you feel are must-haves for writers?

 Obviously a good computer with a backup system. I like to keep notepads and pens in my purse, car, and by my bed for those sudden moments of inspiration. I think having a well- stocked bookshelf near your writing desk is an important tool: mine happens to be filled with favorite fiction/nonfiction books, foreign language references, and visual art books (images are as much of an inspiration to me as other people’s words can be). Good music that fits the story or characters is a staple (I always compile a “soundtrack” and burn a CD for each book I write). A favorite beverage or snack can ease the stress that can come with the creative process: a good beer, glass of red wine, or dirty martini tends to be my drug of choice (hey, I’m a tattoo artist–we’re all about the booze).

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

 That it’s pornography. In my humble opinion, good erotica is written artfully and with elegance.A good erotica writer can turn hardcore sex scenes into poetry.

 Q:  Tell about your latest book?

My latest novel, Black Dog and Rebel Rose, was released in August by Solstice Publishing. BD&RR is an erotic horror story in which I pulled out all the stops and threw in all of the naughty stuff that I love, both characterwise and in the setting of the story. BD&RR first introduces the reader to Skriker, the son of a True Native of Hell and a mortal lady of the night. He is a tattooed Harley riding half-demon hunter who specializes in the destruction of all the evils that dwell in the dark, including his own kind. When not hunting, he is a wanton seducer and lover of the female sex; a bad boy in the truest sense of the term! Word of a vampire-infested ghost town draws him in with the appeal of blowing vamp parts all over the place like a kid in a carnival game. In the middle of the hunt he runs (literally) into Rose, a bombshell of a woman with a tragic past. Rose, who just happens to be the now-grown Nephil (half-angel, half-human) daughter of Alexius and Psyche, has become a fierce huntress with a chip on her shoulder. When they decide to run together on the hunt, Skriker finds himself falling madly in love with his new companion, and Rose is forced to deal with unwelcome emotions that she swore she would never acknowledge. Their opposing ancestries lead to an interesting dilemma for both characters. This story is horror-flick gory and truly written with the erotica fan in mind—the sex is graphic and sizzling hot. A very fun angels-and-demons read! This is also my first book to be in print as well as ebook format, which I am crazy excited about.

 Q:  Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

 That love can truly conquer all–even if your daddy’s an angel with a chip on his shoulder and your boyfriend ends up being half demon.

 Q:  I know you do your own cover art.  Which comes first the art or the book?

Truthfully, both. I love doing character designs/sketches and will create my own images of the characters as I work on the novel; I am immensely picky about how my characters are portrayed (no stock photography for my book covers PERIOD). Drawing or painting a character can help me along with the overall vision and feel of the story.

 Q:  What are your current projects?

 I’m currently working on two new books. The top priority is the second novel in the Psyche’s Gate series. Titled Nephil’s Curse, this story chronicles Alexius and Psyche’s daughter Rose and her journey into adulthood. Skriker and Alexius are major characters, and I introduce my first werewolf characters here as well. My second project, In The Neon, is another erotica offering that tells the story of Skriker’s parents and how they met. I am also working on a comic book version of Black Dog and Rebel Rose, which I am very excited about.

 Q:  Where can readers find you on the world wide-web?

 On my website:

and my blog:

Join me on Saturday when we read a  sexcerpt from Danielle’s Black Dog and Rebel Rose.


Labor Day Blog Hop!

Welcome to another blog hop of hotties! 

There are some great prizes up for grabs today so remember to tour all the way to the end.  If you just joined us…no worries. 

follow this link to get on the tour bus.

So Harvest is just around the corner so I thought why not show some men in the field (literally).

I wonder where they are coming from?






And of course you must rest

 I hope you find time to rest and relax with those you love this weekend.




Saturday Sexcerpt – Beauty and the Bastard by David Bridger

Beauty and the BastardThe bedroom and attached bathroom were still slightly steamy from Rebecca’s shower. He smelled fresh hay and grasses and honey. Her fragrances. He breathed in her presence for some moments, before twisting the shower tap and filling the tiled room with billows of new steam.

The tension of his neck and shoulders always surprised him, and he zoned out for a while under the strong hot jet. But his thoughts returned to her, as they’d kept returning to her all day, no matter how many times he turned them away.

Sitting just a few feet away from him, right now, glowing from her shower. Brushing her hair last night, striking sparks and shooting stars through the velvet darkness of his imagination. Holding onto his arm as if she’d never let go when they ran to safety after the attack. Standing naked in her window, smiling, using both hands to twist her hair into some kind of knot at the back of her head, her pert breasts and lovely nipples lifting towards him while the firm swell of her belly and luxurious red hair of her mound enticed him.

His balls ached and his cock hurt so bad he thought it might burst. He lathered himself with soap and rubbed slowly. The pressure built from deep inside as he continued to rub his cock. In a few more seconds, he would come. He’d never gotten so close before, but he knew he’d almost reached the point of no return.

 He stopped.

His cock throbbed and twitched. Blood pounded in his head, and his heart thudded fit to bust out of his chest. Stars danced behind his tightly closed eyelids as the dangerous rhythmical pulsing in his groin subsided.

This was wrong. So wrong. When he fell from heaven, he’d gained the sexual needs and desires of a human. He didn’t want them, but he’d gotten them. He’d known from the start that it would be a terrible temptation, so he’d decided to remain celibate. His ultimate destination was heaven. Return to heaven. Nothing should stop that. He wouldn’t let anyone come between him and heaven. Not after all this time. Not when he might be so close.

He twisted the tap savagely and rested his forehead on the tiles to let cold water blast him.

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AuThursday – David Bridger

Please welcome fellow Liquid Silver Books Author David Bridger to the Clog Blog!  David’s new to the e-publishing scene but I have a feeling he’s going to be wildly successful.  His first story is about Angels and Demons and what great timing.  They are HOT..HOT..HOT right now. 

Well enough rambling from me let’s speak with out guest of honor,  So David, what inspired you to write your first book?

The first scene played in my head like the opening scene of a movie, over and over, one night while I was trying to fall asleep. After the third or fourth run through, I surrendered to it. I propped myself up on one elbow and watched the night sky through my bedroom window while focusing on the movie in my head.

The guy commanding my attention was Saul the Bastard, a fallen angel who works as a bounty hunter for powerful urban demon families. He is a tortured and driven individual, intensely private and ruthlessly efficient.

Now I was invested in this story, and I sought a heroine for my hero. She had to be a strong woman to balance his strength of character, and I needed to place her in terrible danger so her vulnerability would help bring his out, eventually.

As well as the characters, which are always the most important thing for me, what inspired me about this story was the film noir mood. It got my full attention that night, and it stayed with me while I write the story.

 Q:  How did you come up with the title?

 I wrote the story under a different title, and was quite happy to keep it. But my editor said it deserved something stronger and threw out two or three ideas. Beauty and the Bastard was her first suggestion, and I knew immediately that it was perfect.

  Q: How long have you been writing?

I was thirteen when my English teacher told me I was born to write. I knew he was correct, but there was another dream I wanted to follow first. I went to sea straight from school and spent twenty years living that dream, and that’s where I learned storytelling.

There’s an oral tradition among sailors, even today when everyone is a technician of some sort or other, and it may surprise some to hear that most sailors’ stories are not about ships or big waves or bad weather, but about people – and especially about memorable characters. Every group of sailors will normally include at least one good storyteller, and every sailor will recall listening to at least one master storyteller on some ship or other. Anyone can tell a story, but only a gifted storyteller who can give it life will find his listeners asking to hear a story again and again.

When I listened to one such master on my first ship tell the same story in two night watches several months apart, I realized on my second hearing that he wasn’t just reciting it. He was living it, and, because he was so skilled, we lived it too. After a sailor has been around for a few years, he’ll recognize lesser versions of master storytellers’ tales circulating among good storytellers, and he’ll hear unsatisfactory versions recited by poor storytellers.

When I came home from sea and started learning how to write, my aim was to marry my natural gift for written communication with the storytelling skills I learned while listening to masters.

 Q:  What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both? Do you use mood music, candles, no noise, when you write?

 Over the years I’ve experimented with different methods, until I found the one that works best for me. I live with the characters in my head for a while, letting them play a scene or two out and exploring the possibilities. By the time I open a new file for them, I have a pretty good idea who they are and where the story will take them. I make a skeleton outline, about one sentence per scene and divided into chapters so I can see the shape of it. Then I start writing. I’ll outline each chapter in a little more depth before I begin it, but normally no more than a paragraph of highlights and lowlights per chapter.

 I always find mood music for a story, but I only play it while planning. I like to write in silence.

 I’ve also found that I work better with a limited view from my window. Until a year ago, my computer was near a big picture window at the front of the house, which looks over a beautiful wooded valley. I used to find that view very peaceful and believed it helped me concentrate. But since moving into my new study at the back of the house, I’ve found I concentrate much better with only our rear garden to stare out on while I think.

 Q:  Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

 I have a muscular condition and my hands can’t type for as long as my brain wants to create. I’ve tried voice recognition software and it works okay. Okay-ish. To be honest, I rarely use it nowadays because nothing is as wonderful as typing in full flow when I’m caught up in the excitement of a story.

 Q: As a male romance writer, did you feel you had any particular obstacles to overcome?

No. I haven’t encountered any prejudice inside the industry, and any that comes from outside isn’t worth the hot air it’s carried on.

Q:  What books have most influenced your life most?

The Discovery of Heaven, by Harry Mulisch, is a big book that had a big effect on me. It opened my mind to new subjects, and introduced me to links between subjects familiar to me, and blew me away with the beauty of his writing time after time. It expanded my horizons as a writer.

I Heard the Owl Call My Name, by Margaret Craven, is a novel about a terminally ill young priest who goes to work out his remaining days among the people of an isolated tribe in British Columbia, and this book had the opposite effect on me. As a reader, my horizons shrunk until the world of this tribe filled my mind and emotions, as they fill the priest’s mind and emotions. And by focusing on such a small world, we lived deeper within it. This story left me with an extraordinary peace.

 Q:  What are your current projects?

I’m writing another Angels and Demons novella, set in the same world as Beauty and the Bastard but with a new cast of characters.

I have an urban fantasy shifter novel out there on submission.

And a science fiction romance sits quietly on the backburner.

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

My site is here

 and I blog here

Join me on Saturday when David shares an excerpt from Beauty and the Bastard.

Until then be Naughty,


Saturday Sexcerpt – Taste of Honey by PG Forte

When I asked PG if she had a sexy excerpt this was her answer.

A:  Here’s one. It’s an oldie but (hopefully) a goodie. This is from A Taste of Honey (Oberon, book 4) and it’s always been one of my favorite scenes.

Dan opened his eyes again when he felt Lucy crawl up from the bottom of the bed to slide on top of him.  There was a steady fire burning in her eyes now, and a tiny hint of a smile on her lips.  But before he’d had a chance to process any of it, she’d lowered her head and kissed him, full on the mouth; her tongue practically demanding entrance, sinking home as soon as he opened for it.

            He reached for her again, half expecting that she’d push his hands away.  When she didn’t, his hold on her tightened.  Wrapping one arm across her back, spearing his other hand up into her hair, he held her motionless, trapped against him, as he kissed her back with a fierceness so intense that even he was startled by it.  He felt the shuddered intake of her breath, and then she was settling herself more fully on top of him, all her softness pressing against him.   

             “Yes!”  He wasn’t sure if he’d growled the word aloud, or merely thought and felt it, as it reverberated through him.  Oh, man, she felt so damn good.  But she was just plain crazy if she thought he could give her up again after tonight.  He rolled until he had her pinned beneath him.  He’d never have enough of her.  Never.  Never.  Never. 

            And he was never going to let her go, either.  So, she could just forget about that part, ‘cause that was not gonna happen.

            He lifted his head, ready to look her in the eye and tell her how it was going to be, but she opened lambent, slumberous eyes to gaze back up at him, and his breath caught in his throat.  The words he’d been planning to say just died on his lips.  Ah, God, he loved her.  He’d always loved her, and he didn’t suppose he was ever going to stop.  But, who was he kidding?  He wasn’t the one calling the shots here anymore.  If he ever had been.  And if she really wanted to go, or wanted him gone, what could he do about it?

            Nothing, that’s what. 

            But nobody was going anywhere tonight.

            He bent his head to kiss her again.  A soft sip of a kiss, this time.  Their lips barely touching, barely tasting, before he’d pulled away to look at her again, to enjoy the heat that flared in her eyes, and in her cheeks.  He altered the angle of his head a little and bent to kiss her again, just as softly.  And then he did it again, and again, and–

            He felt her shift beneath him with restless urgency.  Her breath came out on an impatient whimper.  And when her lips tried to hold to his longer, to draw the kisses out, to make them last, he made them swifter, shallower, even shorter than before.

            Now it was his turn–when she reached up, hands trembling, to hold him still–to pull those hands away and pin them to the bed, to lower his mouth to within several centimeters of hers and…pause there.  Moving–just slightly–from side to side, but never any closer, touching her lips only with his breath.  And then, almost as lightly, with his tongue.

He raised his head again.  Her eyes were dark, smoldering coals.  Now, he thought suddenly, ask her now!  If he asked her for anything right now, she’d give it to him.  She’d promise him forever as the price for just one kiss.  But what good were the words she spoke tonight, if tomorrow they’d be recanted?  They’d be even more worthless than his own foolish promise had been.  Never to ask her for anything more?  How could he ever hope to keep to that?

            “Dan?”  Her voice was barely a breath of a sound.  Her tongue ran nervously over her lips, and he could read desire and worry and confusion in her eyes.  And if he thought he saw anything else there, well, what of it?  There had to be something left of all the love they’d shared, didn’t there?  A faint trace, one tiny spark.  Whatever it was, it was his.  He smiled as he gazed into her eyes.  His.  He’d put it there, and it belonged to him.  And if he chose to use that spark tonight, to warm away all the cold places in his soul, well, he had that right.  

            He felt her breath catch, felt the tremor that went through her, and then her lips curved up in an answering smile.  And if he chose to believe that the worry and confusion he had seen in her eyes a moment earlier had disappeared, swallowed up by the heat; if he chose to believe that his spark had caught fire, and that the look on her face now, was one he’d seen there countless times before, well he had that right, too.

            Even knowing it was probably illusion, a mirage, an echo from a lifetime ago, he would take it.  Even knowing that it was a dream that might melt away come morning, and that tomorrow she would most likely look at him, instead, the way she had earlier today, and all last week–  But no, he wouldn’t think about that, right now.  He wouldn’t think about tomorrow, or forever, or any time beyond tonight. 

            And tonight…tonight he wouldn’t think of anything at all, except the woman in his bed.  He let go of her hands then, and he bent his head, and he kissed her, hard.  And when he felt her hands reach up to hold him, and when she kissed him back, he gladly went up in flames for her.

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