Saturday Spotlight – Sexing up the Spy

Book Boutiques has re-released my Caulfield Cowboys Series.   Sexing up the Spy was the prequel that started it all.   

Title:  Sexing Up the Spy

Series:  Caulfield Cowboys Prequel

Author:  Tina Holland

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy

Release Date:  April 2, 2019

Blurb:

Lexi Andrews keeps her erotic writing a secret but she’ll gladly risk exposure for the chance to work with “Killer” spy creator Jake Stone. While Jake is hesitant to work with anyone, he’ll meet Lexi to appease his female fans. They hatch a plan to rehearse the love scenes and give Jake’s novel realism.

But what starts out as an experiment soon takes on a life of its own. Jake’s deadline doesn’t seem as pressing as Lexi’s lovely body. Can Jake and Lexi keep their hands off each other long enough to “Sex up the Spy”?

sexingupthespyExcerpt:

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

DING-DONG! DING-DONG!

“Lexi, are you in there!”

A muffled voice came through her dreams. Lexi’s head screamed and she was damn uncomfortable, “Go away,” Who was at the door this late? Sounded like Jake, “Jake, come back tomorrow!” She shouted back. Lexi rolled over. The sun blinded her.

Oh, crap! Sunlight!

She shot up like a springboard.

“I’ll be right there!” She fell to the floor with a loud thud trying to run to the door.

While she slept, Lexi’s usual thrashing tangled her up in the afghan.

“Are you okay?” Jake called from the other side.

“Fine.” She started to pull the afghan off her feet, but the knots were stuck through

her fishnets. Great, just great. She managed to raise herself up and shuffle to the door

like a penguin. She threw the door open, but the action propelled her forward. Lexi lost

her balance and collapsed once again.

*

Jake looked down at Lexi sprawled on the floor, “Are you alright?” he lowered himself to help Lexi get to her feet.

“Sorry, I’m all tangled. The knots of the afghan got caught up in my fishnets.”

“Why are you still wearing last night’s clothes?”

Lexi turned red, “I wanted to get some cleaning done before you came over. Guess I fell asleep.” She teetered forward while motioning her hand around the house.

Jake caught her along her back and under her knees, lifting her against his chest. “Where do you want to go?”

“The bedroom.”

“Lexi, I do love your line of thought.” He winked at her.

“I need to shower and change, of course,” she hit his chest playfully, “Go that way,” Lexi pointed to the opposite wall. Jake started in the direction, “Turn right.”

Jake took in the surroundings of the room, soft green walls, dark brown wood furniture, and sheer off-white curtains. It suited Lexi and more to the point, him. He could seduce her in this room. At least it wasn’t pink with stuffed animals everywhere. He shuddered remembering his first time with his high-school sweetheart, Fran Something. Jake never was good at names.

“Do you need anything else?” Jake asked with anticipation, depositing Lexi on the bed.

“I don’t think so.”

“Alright, I’ll go wait in the living room.”

“Okay.”

Jake no sooner closed the door than a loud THUMP came from the other side of it,

“Are you okay?” he peeked back into Lexi’s bedroom.

Lexi was face-first on the floor trying to get back up. She looked like a bright caterpillar inching its way along the wooden floor. “It seems I need help taking off these stockings,” she said, without even looking up.

Jake smiled wide. “My pleasure.” He helped Lexi back up onto the bed and looked into her sea-green eyes. She seemed to stare at him mesmerized, mouth agape. Lexi darted her pink tongue out to lick her lips. Jake let out a guttural exhale.

“The afghan,” she spoke at last.

“Of course.” Jake looked down at her black stockings and wondered how to accomplish the task at hand without seducing Lexi. Why not seduce her? It was good practice, and really, what was the worst that could happen? She might say ‘no’. Jake could live with a ‘no’. He wondered if he would regret not touching her.

Buy Links:

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Sexing-Up-Spy-Prequel-Caulfield-ebook/dp/B07NRWFW33

B&N:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131032063

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sexing-up-the-spy-1

 

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AuThursday – Seelie Kay

seeliekayrevisedphotoWelcome to the Clog Blog, Seelie!  Tell us about your latest release.

My latest release is “Cult.” It’s the third book in my romantic suspense series: Feisty Lawyers. Feisty Lawyers.3books.release day

Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

When I write depends on my work schedule. I also ghostwrite and edit for clients, and their needs have to come first. So, I write my books around those assignments. I keep a regular work schedule, though. I am at my desk at 8 a.m. and work until 5 p.m. unless I have appointments out of the office and need a break. 

Where do your ideas come from?

I find inspiration everywhere. A news story, a conversation with a friend, a Tweet, the grocery store, a funny sign. As a journalist, I am a natural observer. Wherever I am, my mind is recording and cataloging ideas. 

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

I start with an idea and really have no idea where it will go. The stories just seem to flow and when they don’t, I know I’m headed in the wrong direction. 

What other authors are you friends with, and how do they help you become a better writer?

I have a lot of colleagues I am touch with online, primarily those associated with my publisher, eXtasy Books or the Marketing for Romance Writers group. I have found my fellow authors to be exceptionally helpful in responding to questions, providing assistance with marketing, and just generally serving as cheerleaders.

How did you deal with Rejection Letters if you received any? 

The only rejection letter I received was for a book I wrote many years ago. It wasn’t very good and I didn’t know what I was doing, so it was a kick in the butt. After that I decided to get serious and learn about writing books, actually following the rules for submissions. eXtasy Books was the second publisher to offer me a contract for my first book. The first sent me an incredibly one-sided contract and as a lawyer, I knew it was unacceptable. We haggled, then I began to submit to other publishers. So, I guess the answer is that I took the rejection to heart and learned from it.

Do you believe in writer’s block? 

My problem with that term is the definition. For example, sometimes I get stuck in a story, so I take a break and work on something else, or shut down my computer and head into the kitchen to bake. But I have never taken more than a day off, so I’m not sure that was writer’s block. I know people who, for various reasons, have been unable to write for weeks, months, even years, but again, I’m not sure if they were actually blocked or simply distracted by other things. To me, writing is pretty instinctual, so it is hard for me to imagine that part of my brain shutting down. However, if someone else claims to have writer’s block, who am I to doubt them?

How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?

I think I care much less what people will think about my books now. I am not self-editing my words and thoughts anymore. When I first started writing, I got some negative feedback about the fact that some of my stories were erotic. I finally realized that if I was going to enjoy writing, I had to write for me and hope that I could find an audience. 

How do you relax?

Many years ago, I participated in a study about how people relaxed. I was required to wear a “mood dot” 24/7 and record the color and what I was doing at certain times throughout the day. Guess what? I was most relaxed while I was writing! However, my fingers would fall off if that was all I did, so I also enjoy cooking, reading, gardening, live theatre, light opera, and just chatting with friends.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Website: www.seeliekay.com

Blog:  www.seeliekay.blogspot.com

Twitter: @SeelieKay https://twitter.com/SeelieKay

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/seelie.kay.77

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Seelie-Kay/e/B074RDRWNZ/

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

Cult.onsale.reviews 6.8.19Here’s the blurb:

It’s supposed to be a simple assignment. A quick trip to a South American country for an “in and out” fact-finding mission. Unfortunately, the cult has other ideas.

When college students begin disappearing from American campuses, a notorious cult, God’s Delight, is the primary suspect. God’s Delight has been hosting shows featuring sex, drugs, and rock and roll around the country, and young people are flocking to them. 

Among the missing is the President’s goddaughter, and he wants answers. When he asks Agent Cade Matthews, a member of a secret covert organization, to find her, the mission appears fairly straightforward. Find the God’s Delight compound, determine whether a welfare check on American cult members is warranted, and get out. Simple. Clean. Easy. 

Cade sends newly-married Agents Dianna Murphy and Anders Mark to the University of Wisconsin to follow the trail to God’s Delight, but when they wind up in Bolivia, things go sideways. Suddenly, what appeared to be nothing more than a simple in-and-out could cost Dianna her life. When an Agency extraction is ordered, chaos erupts, and the question becomes, will anyone survive?

cult awardHere’s an excerpt:

“But everyone can leave when they want, right?”

Tillie cocked her eyebrow, clearly amused. “Of course. But why would they? This is paradise.”

“It is indeed, darling Miranda,” drawled a deep sultry voice. A tall, well-built man dressed in a white cossack, a thick wooden cross draped around his neck, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. His loose, long blonde hair framed a tan, handsome face with a strong nose and a wicked, full-lipped grin. He turned his piercing blue eyes toward Dianna and smiled. “Hello,” he said. 

The man studied her, his expression predatory.

Dianna shifted uncomfortably. So, Tillie is using another name. Meaning she’s undercover. Noted. Dianna stuck out her hand and said. “Hi, I’m Bennie. I’m one of the students from Wisconsin working over at the orphanage. You were kind enough to allow us to stay here.”

The man took her hand and stroked it, his expression suddenly thoughtful. “Tell me, Bennie from Wisconsin, what do you think of my paradise?” His hand moved to her lower arm.

Dianna flushed. My paradise? Is this Reverend John? “It’s beautiful. Peaceful. But hot. And humid. Really humid.” She gazed up into the man’s eyes, somewhat stunned at the lust she found there. My God, he looks like he wants to devour me. Dianna quickly looked away.

The man chuckled. “You get used to it. But we keep the air-conditioning on in the dormitories for the newbies and limit their time in the sun. And of course, we all take a siesta during the hottest part of the day if we need one.” He released her arm. “We worship at day’s end when the air begins to cool. Otherwise, things get a little…sweaty.” He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, gently tugging her hair. Then he walked away. Dianna’s gaze did not leave him as children followed him, playfully competing for his attention. Just like Jesus.

Buy links:

Publisher:  http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2538-8-cult/

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07S2T722Y/

Barnes & Noble:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cult-seelie-kay/1131766268?ean=2940156528615

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/cult-13

Coming soon: Book 4, “Hope!”

About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and award-winning author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen!  In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, and The President’s Daughter. 

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine. 

Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

Prior Books:

The Kinky Briefs Series:

https://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs/

https://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs-too/

https://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs-thrice/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1734-5-kinky-briefs-quatro/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2023-9-kinky-briefs-cinque/

Novellas:

https://www.extasybooks.com/the-garage-dweller/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1795-6-the-presidents-wife/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1504-4-a-touchdown-to-remember/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2032-1-the-presidents-daughter/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2349-0-seizing-hope/


The Feisty Lawyers Series:

http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2263-9-snatching-diana/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2291-2-infamy/

https://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2538-8-cult/

 

 

 

AuThursday – Amiee Smith

Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

Amiee Smith. Author of the Smart Girl Mafia Series. I write sexy, contemporary romance novels about book smart women and hot men. I started the series on the day of the first Women’s March in 2017. I thought: “Women are going to need something good to read for the next four years.”

All my books are set in California and west coast culture is an integral part of each story.

How do you make time to write?

I stick to a small daily word count goal and plan binge-writing weekends.

Do you believe in writer’s block?

No. Not for me anyway.

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.

Romance will heal the world. Now more than ever, we need to believe in happily-ever-after. Also, pleasure (in all forms) alleviates pain and suffering. Curling up with a sexy romance novel has got me through some of the most difficult times in my life. Writing and publishing my loving tales is my way of giving back to the genre that has given me so much relief… joy.

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both)

I’m an Indie. Part business mind, part creative; being my own publisher integrates both sides of me.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert?  How does this affect your work?

Introvert. I’m energized by my time alone. I’m not sure if it affects my work. It’s who I am.

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

All things are possible. OR Miracles are normal.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Write [about] what you absolutely love. Polish and make it pretty. Put it out into the world. Repeat. The world needs your unique expression now more than ever.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

www.AmieeSmith.com

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

Excerpt from Break Free, Smart Girl Mafia Series: Book One

CHAPTER 1:
LYNN SCOTT

“We should fuck,” Nick says.

Sugar Ray’s “Fly” streams from the speakers in the backyard a decibel louder than the muffled voices at the party. Jon’s thirty-third birthday celebration, in full swing.

Nick and I are sharing a cigarette in front of our friends’ expansive Craftsman house in the most exclusive neighborhood in Pasadena. The big tree above our heads is decorated in thousands of white lights, illuminating our faces.

Elation. Excitement. Joy forms at the corners of my mouth, but my eyes narrow as I receive the cigarette from his olive-skinned hand.

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“You heard me, Lynn.”

The American Spirit dangles from my brown fingers. Taking the cigarette from me, Nick’s hazel green eyes meet mine. My heart races.

Nick Willingham was my high school crush. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen (like, really). He was the leading man in my schoolgirl fantasies. I taught myself to masturbate using his eleventh-grade yearbook photo.

Back then, we hung out in different cliques. Three years ago, his best friend, Jon, married my best friend, Jen. Since their wedding reception, he and I always share a cigarette during a J + J organized event. During each encounter, we’re cordial. Polite. Responsive in the way friends of friends are, but never anything more… until tonight. In the fifteen years since graduation, I’ve had many dreams come true. But never one as thrilling as the athletic man standing in front of me, initiating a hook-up.

“When?” I whisper.

Nick comes within inches of my face. He’s at least a foot taller than me. I lick my lips. The need to lean into his mouth is intense. I will my hands to stay by my side, fighting the desire to caress his jawline. I can almost feel the dark stubble against my fingertips.

“Now,” Nick says.

Withholding a moan, I long to wrap my arms around his neck and rub my body against his muscular torso. I resist the arousal rooting and sprouting throughout my body— an urge as natural, wild, and organic as bright orange California poppies.

“I’m not having sex with you in the house. And I can’t leave. I have cake duty,” I say, battling every desire within.

J + J assigned all their closest friends a job to do tonight. I can’t skip out on my commitment, even if my impulsive mind would prefer being naked with super-hot Nick Willingham.

“I’m on cake duty too. We have forty-five minutes. How about the back seat of my car?” Nick asks.

An early autumn breeze rustles the leaves in the tree above our heads. The sound beckons my body to proceed. I’ve lost fifty pounds over the last seven months, abstaining from hook-ups to stay focused on my goal. Three weeks ago, I saw my dream number on the scale. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to relaunch my dirty flirty life with my smaller, fitter body. And he is beyond perfect.

Hooking up with Nick Willingham on a Friday night is a dream come true.

“Let’s go,” I say.

 

Saturday Spotlight – Eighty-One Nights by Georgia Cates

Eighty-One Nights BannerTitle: Eighty-One Nights

Duet: Beautiful Illusions Duet #1

Author: Georgia Cates

Release: April 9, 2019

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44284142-eighty-one-nights

Blurb:

Beautiful, penniless American girl meets handsome, wealthy Scotsman. 

Sounds like the beginning of a fairy-tale romance? It’s not.

This story begins with a contract.

And an exchange of money.

A lot of money.

An angel perches nervously on one shoulder.

A devil lounges smugly on my other.

And even that dark little bastard is leery of what I’m doing.

Maxwell Hutcheson wants the girlfriend experience.

All of it.

And I’m going to give it to him.

I’m not supposed to enjoy being his whore.

I’m also not supposed to fall in love with him.

But I do. Both.

When our contract expires, I will walk away.

Because I have to.

But he’ll always have a piece of me.

I’ll mask my sorrow with a smile.

I’ll hide my love with indifference

… all while it’s killing me softly.

A fairy-tale romance.

It isn’t mine to have.

And this man I’ve come to love so dearly isn’t my happily ever after.

About Eighty-One Nights:

While the characters from Eighty-One Nights are entirely new, their storyline is a combination of fresh material and carefully selected themes, scenes, and settings from The Beauty Series, The Sin Trilogy, Dear Agony, and Indulge. This is intentional. I chose some of my favorite elements from previous releases and interjected them into Hutch and Lou’s story. Let’s call it a “story fusion” between our old favorites and new material. This work was briefly released under a pen name and was titled The Girlfriend Experience.

PreOrder/Buy Links:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2YQrL1t

Apple Books:  https://apple.co/2HXX2KL

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2WRGhVh

Google Play: http://bit.ly/2FZ5VS1

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2OLLjj0

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In the Duet (Preorder)

Beautiful Ever After (Releasing May 7, 2019)

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2K7Hu9m

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2YOdPFn

Apple Books: https://apple.co/2OQoQ4i

Google Play: http://bit.ly/2ONViEA

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2uLjGNR

Giveaway: $25.00 Amazon GC

Direct Link:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/81aa78942033

RafAuthor Bio:  (author photo in drive)

Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author.

Social Media Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GeorgiaCatesAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/GeorgiaCates

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorgeorgiacates/

Tumblr: http://authorgeorgiacates.tumblr.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5228869.Georgia_Cates

Website: http://georgiacates.com/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Georgia-Cates/e/B005RQM69U

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/georgia-cates

Email: authorgeorgiacates@gmail.com

Eighty-One-Nights-eBook-Cover (1) (2)Maxwell Hutcheson.

He’s tall and fit. Very fit. And the suit that he’s wearing looks killer on him. He’s nothing like what I had pictured in my head when I imagined my first client. This is not what I was dreading.

Dark hair. Light eyes, pale blue I think, but it’s dark in here so I can’t tell for sure. What I do know is that he is one of the handsomest men that I’ve ever seen. And I don’t understand what he’s doing at an Inamorata gala.

I snap back into the present and realize that I’m sitting across from him, staring at his face. It’s as though I’ve forgotten all of my training.

I lower my eyes and face, hoping that he won’t see the heat in my cheeks. I should probably apologize for staring, but there’s no tactful way of telling him that I’m dumbfounded because he isn’t a troll or old enough to be my grandfather.

I don’t get it. Why in the world would this man need a paid companion? Surely women flock to him.

I recall the reasons why many of our clients use our services. They’re busy businessmen, often too engaged in their jobs to have time for dating. That must be it because there’s no way this man would have a hard time finding a woman who was interested in him.

“Cora tells me that you’re brand new. You’ve never had a client?”

His accent is heavily Scottish. You’d think that I would have gotten over hearing it after living in Edinburgh for six years, but the truth is that I still find it sexy as sin.

I look up and smile when my eyes meet his. Yes, I’ve decided that they are pale blue. And kind. I don’t see judgment in them as I am certain that he is analyzing me and my decision to be an inamorata.

I believe that you can see into the soul of a person through his or her eyes. Thoughts. Intent. Opinion. The simplicity in their expression tells a story. It says more than any words they could possibly speak.

The lines around the corners of his eyes. The creases around his mouth beneath his facial scruff. The furrows across his forehead. All of these distinct contours mean that he smiles often, and when he does, it spreads over his entire face.

“Tonight is my coming out, I guess you could say.”

“Then I’ve met you at the perfect time.”

“The perfect time for…?”

He hesitates and his uneasiness is a visible mask upon his face. “I want to be transparent with you about what has happened in my life. I need you to understand why I have specific… needs.”

AuThursday – Monique Orgeron

DSC00098CRPTell us a little about yourself and your background?

My name is Monique Orgeron, and I was born and reside in the great state of Louisiana. Growing up though we traveled the world with my father’s position, and I have lived in Nigeria and in Singapore. Today, I’ve been married for almost 28 years to my honey bunches of oats and together we have two beautiful daughters that are now both in college. As a stay at home mother for 22 years, and yes, I was the mother with stupid written on my forehead volunteering for anything and everything. However, with both my daughters now not needing me like they once did, I found myself needing more out of life. Purely by accident, I found my love of reading turned into a passion for writing. It’s my turn now and couldn’t ask for anything more. When people ask me what I do for a living, I tell them, “I write women’s fantasies, I fill their days with love, and intrigue, and their nights with seduction.” What could be better?

What are you working on at the minute?

Currently, I am working on my 8th book called Retribution. It is the 2nd book in my Youngblood series which is a spin-off from my Stern Family Saga.

What genre are your books and what draws you to this genre?

I write contemporary/suspense romance. I love this genre because it is complex. My books are mafia based but they are so much more than that. They are about secrets, deception, love, intrigue, and most importantly they are about family. I also think the excitement of writing in this genre is that not only women but men as well find this genre of romance appealing.

In this genre, I am not limited to one emotion. My readers call my books a rollercoaster ride of emotions. My books will make you cry, laugh at times, and make you yell, “Oh shit, I didn’t see that coming!” or they will make you scream, “What the hell!” Making you want to throw your Kindle out of the window but by the end of them, you will love me for it or at least that’s the goal.

One thing to know about my books is, you will fall in love with each and every one of my characters. The men are hot, sexy and oh so alpha, but you will not find any damsels in distress. My daughters would kill me if I wrote weak women. To me, I believe as a woman we all go through obstacles in our lives but the old idea of needing a man to save us is not my cup of tea. My female leads might start off having obstacles and tribulations in their way but they grow to find their own voices and strength. They don’t need a man to save them or validate them. They simply need a man to love them for who they are and to become a partner in life.

Do you write full-time or part-time?

I write full-time and love each minute of it. I’m very grateful to have this ability.

Where do your ideas come from?

Anything can be an inspiration, a picture, a song, a single phrase. I can see or hear something that has piqued my interest, I close my eyes and find a scene playing around it. When I write, it’s like a movie playing out in my head. I call it my mojo and my family knows when my mojo is strong to leave me alone.

Do you ever get writer’s block?

Sure, I do. I think it happens to everyone. When it happens, I am a nervous wreck for however long it takes for me to have one light bulb moment.

How are you publishing this book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or digital)

I am an Indie author. I like being in control of my own words, covers, and how my audience sees me. I am extremely extroverted as my readers will tell you. I love being fully immersed with the lovers of my books. It’s one of the things about being able to do this full time, I love engaging with my readers in my reader group on a daily basis. There is so much empowerment to be found with a gang of women.

What would you say are the main advantages and disadvantages of self-publishing against being published or the other way around?

Advantages are I am my own boss. I answer to no one. I make all the decisions.

Disadvantages are I am the boss, LOL. I have no one to blame when I make mistakes, and it all falls on my shoulders. I have no team behind me making sure I am on a schedule are helping me to get more exposure.

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Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Practically everywhere and I hope to hear from you.

Monique Orgeron’s Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/c5Zy-L

Amazon Profile: http://amzn.to/2Caa9G5

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMoniqueOrgeron/  

Facebook Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com1643/  /groups/46497597390

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/moniqueorgeronAuthor/  

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MoniqueOrgeron

Goodreads Author Profile page:   

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17170531.Monique_Orgeron

BookBub:  https://www.bookbub.com/authors/monique-orgeron

Art of Seduction Final Cover (1)Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

When I get to her bedroom, I hear water running. Realizing she’s in the shower, I take a seat on the chair and wait for her to come out. After a while, the water turns off and I watch as the door opens. Fallon walks out, noticing me sitting there. She’s so beautiful; she has her hair in another messy top knot, with a few strands dangling down her neck, wet from the shower. She is wearing a see-through tank top and a lace thong. Beautiful.

“Where have you been?” The tone of my voice should be a warning to her.

“On a date, with Miles.”

I don’t move from my spot as I ask, “Where the fuck did he take you, and what the hell did you do?”

“That is none of your business, Gabriel. Nothing I do is your business. You made that very clear.”

I rush over to her and pull her over my legs while I sit on the bed and smack her ass. She screams out, but that won’t stop me.

Smack!

“Don’t fuck with me, Fallon! When I ask you a question, I want an answer.”

Smack!

“Gabriel, you have no right to ask me anything.”

Smack!

She finally wiggles out from under me and hurries to her closet. I follow her inside as she twists her body to look in the mirror at her now bright, red ass.

“You have no right, Gabriel! No right to touch me like that!”

Gritting my teeth. “Did you let that boy touch you, Fallon?”

She turns around and starts hitting me in the chest, pushing me into the opposite wall from the full-length mirror. Once I hit the wall, I roughly grab her and turn her around, facing the mirror. I then cross her arms over her chest and lower my head to her neck.

“Did you let him touch you?”

She doesn’t answer me; she just watches us from the mirror.

“Did he, Fallon? Did he touch what’s mine?”

I release my strong hold on her arms, and she is now melding into me. I start to caress her stomach under the tank top.

I kiss her neck and whisper, “Tell me, Fallon, did he put his mouth on you? Did he kiss you?”

I hear her start to breathe heavier. She’s turned on, and leans back into me, still watching us.

“Did he try to touch your breasts?”

Slowly, I glide my hands from her stomach up to her breasts. Her tank top is so sheer, I can see the color of her areolas and her nipples hardening, peeking through. She looks so hot…I‘ve never seen a sexier woman. I grab her nipple and pinch, then start gently caressing them, all while sucking on her neck. She starts to moan. That’s my undoing. I need more. I need to feel more and make sure she knows she’s mine. I push her tank up over her breast and continue to caress them. I look up into the mirror and lock eyes with her.

“See these breasts, Fallon? They belong to me. Only my hands will ever touch them.”

Her eyes close briefly before opening again, with so much desire in them. This innocent girl has no idea what her body is capable of, but I’m going to give her a taste of it tonight. I hold one breast and slide my other hand under her lace panties. Her head falls back onto my chest. She’s such a beautiful sight in the mirror, innocently raw and waiting to be devoured. I start to rub her clit.

“Right here, Fallon…your clit…did he try to touch it? You know it belongs to me. I’m the only man ever to feel how plump it gets. Do you understand?”

Moaning, she responds, “Yours.”

“That’s right, Fallon…mine.”

I reach my other hand down and rip her pretty little thong right off her. I need to see all of her; I need full access. I slide one of my hands down to her thigh and slightly push outwards.

“Open, Fallon…I want to see what’s mine.”

She listens and spreads her legs a little, just enough to look hot as hell in the mirror. She’s waxed completely bare, leaving me with a full view of her glistening pussy, so wet with want. I know she can feel my erection, so I push against her just enough to let her know how turned on I am. I go back to fondling her breast with one hand, while the other keeps on manipulating her clit. Once I have her dripping with need, I go further down and sink a finger into her.

My voice is so husky with need.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Do you feel it? Do you feel yourself wrapped around my finger, smothering it like a vice?”

“Yes…oh, yes.”

Once I’m able to slide my finger in and out of her without any resistance, I slide in another finger, continuing an in and out motion. I take my thumb and rub her clit, going faster still.

“That’s it, baby…rock against me…I want you to feel good. This pussy belongs to me. I will be the only man to be able to feel it, the only one to feel it’s warmth. Shit, you’re so wet, baby…ride my fingers. I will be the only man to taste your pussy, and I will be the only man to make you cum. Tell me, Fallon, who do you belong to? Tell me.”

Breathy, she moans out, “You, Gabriel…only you…I belong to you.”

“You’re fucking right…you do…you belong to me. Now give it to me, Fallon. I want you to cum, cum for me. Let me hear that sweet mouth of yours moan for me.”

She’s panting so hard. I bite into her neck and pinch her nipple, which sets her off. It’s a beautiful sight. I’ll remember the way she looks tonight for the rest of my life. As she convulses in my arms, I grab her face, forcing her eyes back on mine in the mirror.

I ask one more time, “Did he?”

“No, Gabriel.”

I slowly release her, letting her relaxed body slide down mine to the ground. I look at her one more time through the mirror. Stepping over her, I adjust myself then my suit. Approaching her closet island, I reach into my pocket and pull out a black jewelry box. Setting it down, I walk out, leaving her there on the floor. I could have fucked her, but I chose not to. Not until she becomes my wife.

 

 

Sexing Up the Spy Re-released Today

Book Boutiques is re-releasing my Caulfield Cowboys Series.   Today the prequel that started it all is up for sale.   Read on for a sneak peek and where to buy as well as a chance to win a FREE digital copy. 

Title:  Sexing Up the Spy

Series:  Caulfield Cowboys Prequel

Author:  Tina Holland

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy

Release Date:  April 2, 2019

Blurb:

Lexi Andrews keeps her erotic writing a secret but she’ll gladly risk exposure for the chance to work with “Killer” spy creator Jake Stone. While Jake is hesitant to work with anyone, he’ll meet Lexi to appease his female fans. They hatch a plan to rehearse the love scenes and give Jake’s novel realism.

But what starts out as an experiment soon takes on a life of its own. Jake’s deadline doesn’t seem as pressing as Lexi’s lovely body. Can Jake and Lexi keep their hands off each other long enough to “Sex up the Spy”?

sexingupthespyExcerpt:

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

DING-DONG! DING-DONG!

“Lexi, are you in there!”

A muffled voice came through her dreams. Lexi’s head screamed and she was damn uncomfortable, “Go away,” Who was at the door this late? Sounded like Jake, “Jake, come back tomorrow!” She shouted back. Lexi rolled over. The sun blinded her.

Oh, crap! Sunlight!

She shot up like a springboard.

“I’ll be right there!” She fell to the floor with a loud thud trying to run to the door.

While she slept, Lexi’s usual thrashing tangled her up in the afghan.

“Are you okay?” Jake called from the other side.

“Fine.” She started to pull the afghan off her feet, but the knots were stuck through

her fishnets. Great, just great. She managed to raise herself up and shuffle to the door

like a penguin. She threw the door open, but the action propelled her forward. Lexi lost

her balance and collapsed once again.

*

Jake looked down at Lexi sprawled on the floor, “Are you alright?” he lowered himself to help Lexi get to her feet.

“Sorry, I’m all tangled. The knots of the afghan got caught up in my fishnets.”

“Why are you still wearing last night’s clothes?”

Lexi turned red, “I wanted to get some cleaning done before you came over. Guess I fell asleep.” She teetered forward, while motioning her hand around the house.

Jake caught her along her back and under her knees, lifting her against his chest. “Where do you want to go?”

“The bedroom.”

“Lexi, I do love your line of thought.” He winked at her.

“I need to shower and change, of course,” she hit his chest playfully, “Go that way,” Lexi pointed to the opposite wall. Jake started in the direction, “Turn right.”

Jake took in the surroundings of the room, soft green walls, dark brown wood furniture, and sheer off-white curtains. It suited Lexi and more to the point, him. He could seduce her in this room. At least it wasn’t pink with stuffed animals everywhere. He shuddered remembering his first time with his high-school sweetheart, Fran Something. Jake never was good at names.

“Do you need anything else?” Jake asked with anticipation, depositing Lexi on the bed.

“I don’t think so.”

“Alright, I’ll go wait in the living room.”

“Okay.”

Jake no sooner closed the door than a loud THUMP came from the other side of it,

“Are you okay?” he peeked back into Lexi’s bedroom.

Lexi was face-first on the floor trying to get back up. She looked like a bright caterpillar inching its way along the wooden floor. “It seems I need help taking off these stockings,” she said, without even looking up.

Jake smiled wide. “My pleasure.” He helped Lexi back up onto the bed and looked into her sea-green eyes. She seemed to stare at him mesmerized, mouth agape. Lexi darted her pink tongue out to lick her lips. Jake let out a guttural exhale.

“The afghan,” she spoke at last.

“Of course.” Jake looked down at her black stockings and wondered how to accomplish the task at hand without seducing Lexi. Why not seduce her? It was good practice, and really, what was the worst that could happen? She might say ‘no’. Jake could live with a ‘no’. He wondered if he would regret not touching her.

Buy Links:

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Sexing-Up-Spy-Prequel-Caulfield-ebook/dp/B07NRWFW33

B&N:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131032063

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sexing-up-the-spy-1

I’ll be touring around the month of April and will post links here.   Feel free to follow me around, for a chance to win a digital copy of “Sexing up the Spy”.  For every comment, your name goes into a hat to win.   So comment as much as you like on this and the other blogs I visit.  ~Tina

AuThursday – Dana Ross

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DR author photoTell us a little about yourself and your background?

Like many writers, I was born into a family of bookworms. My maternal grandmother was a librarian for seventy-five years and she was a heavy influence on everything I read growing up. My father was a jeweler, and I grew up in the industry and was groomed to take over my family’s store. I worked under his wing for almost a decade, but after I left Maryland to attend the Gemological Institute of America and earn my Graduate Gemologist degree, I was encouraged to apply for a teaching position at the school. I relocated to California and worked as an instructor at G.I.A.’s Santa Monica campus.

Later, after marriage and kids and moving to Florida, I decided to try writing. After a few poor unstructured attempts, I joined a few critique groups, switched careers, attended grad school. There, I earned my MFA in creative writing. I still have a passion for gems and I try to infuse my writing with gemological factoids whenever possible.

How do you make time to write?

When my children were young, I wrote when they napped or attended school. I knew I had only a few precious hours to get words onto paper, so I made writing part of my daily routine—as much as brushing my teeth and flossing. My kids are almost grown now, but I still adhere to my writing schedule: Coffee first. Then treadmill (to fill my head with ideas/mentally flush out stories). Then I plant myself in my writing chair and work until my son comes home, hunger pangs beckon, or the dog whimpers for attention.

Do you believe in writer’s block?

“Ugh.” Unfortunately, yes. I’ve heard people say they don’t believe such a thing exists, but I suffer from it on occasion. Recently, I started working on two novels, one story I began while participating in NaNoWriMo, and one story that “came to me” out of the blue. I love both ideas, but I haven’t been able to commit fully to either, and until the “Eureka!” or “Aha!” moment comes to me, I can’t find the momentum to write. To help speed along the process, I play songs that remind me of my imagined chapters or work on character profile worksheets or try to write the synopsis of each book until the proverbial “block” has been lifted.

Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.

Great question. My true love is YA because I love teen angst and quirky characters. The first manuscripts I wrote were YA stories, because writing is cathartic and through YA, I could deal with teen issues I, myself, went through, and issues my daughter experienced. That being said, my first published book is a contemporary romance with elements of suspense. It was a lot of fun to write outside my “regular” genre.

How are you publishing your recent book and why? (*e.g. Indie, traditional or both.)

My recent book was published traditionally through The Wild Rose Press. I’d learned they had earned an award through Predators & Editors and heard great things about the company, so I queried them and they accepted my “baby.” TWRP really love their authors and go out of their way to teach us about the writing industry, which can be overwhelming at times.

Are you an Introvert or Extrovert? How does this affect your work?

I’m an intro/extrovert if there were such a thing. I love working and hanging out with fellow writers, but I’m also introverted at times. While crafting a novel, I’ll retreat into my writing cave and shun friends/society, and I can go days without contact from the outside world. Fortunately, I’m also a mom and the host of a local writers’ critique group, so I get pulled out of the proverbial cave and pushed back into society when my son is with me or when it’s time to moderate the writing group.

What is your favorite motivational phrase?

That’s an easy answer. I stumbled upon this quote by Gloria Steinem and for years it has been my mantra: “Writing is the only thing that when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

First, the obvious: write and read every day, even if it’s only a paragraph or a page. Second, read and write outside your comfort zone; our writer minds can get stagnant if we do the same thing every day. Third, read the craft books written by the masters. There are many but my favorites are Stephen King’s “On Writing,” Strunk & White’s “The Elements of Style,” and Browne & King’s “Self-Editing for Fiction Writers.” Last, but not least, don’t give up. Your writing might not be everyone’s cup of tea, and writing is a glacial process, but if you write because you love what you do, stick to it, toughen your skin, and be patient. Your day will come, and there’s no greater feeling than having a complete stranger love your prose.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Thanks for asking, Tina. I’m constantly on social media, and I love to connect with readers and fellow writers. You can find me on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and my (under construction) web page:

Website: https://danarossauthor.com

Twitter: @danarossauthor

Instagram: mommawriter (Dana Ross Author)

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DanaRossauthor

Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?

Yes, thank you for offering. This excerpt comes from chapter two—a scene where my protagonist meets face-to-face with the story’s antagonist.

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There were three things I could not stand—cheap shoes, bad wine, and the man seated across the table from me. William Drummond was staring at me like a half-starved animal. Maybe his greedy gaze was due to my dress’s plunging neckline, but the man obviously had other things on his mind—complications that involved me. And like the pan-fried calamari appetizer slowly digesting in my belly, sharing company with the man who almost killed one of my girls did not sit well.

Nonetheless, I had problems. I had to at least hear him out.

I lifted my empty champagne flute and motioned for a refill.

Drummond obliged.

The bubbly was good and dry, one that cost a pretty penny, which the sockmuppet would probably write off and charge taxpayers. It was tempting to slug my drink down and ask for a third glass, but I refrained since I was dealing with someone less trustworthy than my dry cleaners. As Drummond refilled his glass, I remembered how easily he polished off drinks without showing a hint of an altered mind. In addition to the champagne, there was a glass of whiskey with melting ice cubes by his plate.

Bells in my head rang a warning.

He was slick. Just like that suit. Which was decent, though, probably an Italian label that cost more than my rent. He also sported a rose-gold designer watch—last year’s model—and diamond pavé cufflinks that practically blinded me with their shine. His nails were trimmed and glossy, like he’d had a recent manicure, and his jet-black hair shined like an asphalt lake.

His eyes were a forgettable brown, but they revealed intellect—correction, cunning intellect.

Drummond lifted his champagne glass and aimed the rim in my direction. “Let’s make a toast. To old times.”

I leaned forward and clinked his glass. “Old times.”