AuThursday – Kryssie Fortune

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

I’m first and foremost a reader. It’s an addiction. I also love words—the way they go together and paint pictures fascinates me. That’s why I write. I’m a Brit who doesn’t drink tea, read the Times or have a stiff upper lip. I cry at romantic movies and weep for characters in books.  I live by the North Sea on the East Yorkshire coast and make a point of walking on the beach every day.

How do you make time to write?

I write anywhere. On the bus. In the car—as long as I’m not driving—and on planes. Once I decided to finally put pen to paper, I couldn’t stop. Writing’s my second addiction. The third, and most important, is my husband and kids, so as addictions go, I’m okay, I guess.

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

I’d love to say I shrug them off and ignore them. Honestly? Get real. I hate them. It took me a while to find my writer’s voice, and I honed my skills with magazine articles. I had about a 50% success rate but when someone turned me down, I hurt. Fortunately, I’ve not had one of my books rejected. If I did, I’d take a serious look at the manuscript and consider what I’d done wrong.

What genre are your books?

I started out writing paranormal romance. I’ve almost finished the first draft of my next stand-alone Scattered Siblings story, To Submit to an Overlord. In a new venture for me, I’ve written a very naughty Regency romance, but we won’t even start the edits for a while. My other books are contemporary romances, one – Taken by Twin Doms – set in a pleasure hotel and the other four—my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series set in a fictional North Carolina Town.

What draws you to this genre?

I love all romance genres as long as they have happy endings and no cliff hangers. Each time I finish a book, I think, This is my favorite genre. I love the escapism of a well-crafted romance.

How did you come up with the idea for your series, HEROES OF WESTHORPE RIDGE?

Boy, was it hard. Back in Autumn 2016, my publisher, Loose id, put out a call to their authors for three linked holiday stories. I couldn’t think of anything for weeks and I’d decided to pass. Three weeks before the deadline, I came up with a decent storyline, but I had to write fast. I have this great relationship with my editor and I kept telling her, They’re coming. Two months later, I had three novellas about former military men trying to rebuild their lives in the North Carolina town of Westhorpe Ridge. There’s an evil great aunt who is still pulling the heroine’s string from beyond the grave, millions of dollars to inherit, and husbands to find. Although the books are hot and explicit, to me, story always comes before sex. The mobsters, spies, and would-be murders add another dimension to the romance.

What are your current projects?

So many. As I said, I’ve almost finished the first draft of To Submit to an Overlord. I have a vampire story just itching to be told. I always write in the third person, but this one might be a first person story from the captive heroine’s point of view. Then there’s this romantic suspense series I’ve been making notes for. Oh, and another Regency romance.

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

I can put on a confident, outgoing veneer, but inside I’m an introvert. The first time I gave a book reading, my bones turned to jello. I’m proud that I did it though.

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She slowly lowered the zipper on the front of her catsuit. He whistled in a breath when he saw what she wore beneath it. White lace stretched over her breasts before the boned and laced bodice flowed over her flat stomach. Once she’d hooked her thumbs in the catsuit, she wriggled her hips and pushed it over her thighs. It pooled around her ankles, and as she stepped out of the folds, she kicked it over by the wall.

When she reached to unlace the front of her basque, he snapped, “Leave it.”

Again she smiled behind her cat mask, happy she’d made the right choice.

Master Jay lifted a blindfold from the table next to his chair. Lace trimmed and made from thick satin, the blindfold offered a chance to lose herself in a euphoria that blocked out reality and let her drop into subspace. Once he slipped it over her eyes, she concentrated on nothing but her desires and the way he filled her with wicked longing.

He beckoned her closer. “Come here and straddle me. I want a lap dance first.”

Abigail moved toward him, hips swaying as she rested one hand on his shoulder and walked around him. Once she stood behind him, she leaned toward him and ran her hands over his chest. The movement made the smooth blonde ends of her wig whip around his shoulders.

She repeated the action twice more before she completed the full circle around him. Rotating on the spot, letting him study her heels and basque before she took a step away and turned until she had her back to him. Running both hands down her right leg, she gave him a long look at her lace-covered ass. She stood slowly, but when she heard his breath hitch, she repeated the action, running her hands over her other thigh and down her leg until she held her ankle.

Tossing her head, she let the ends of her blonde wig slide over her body as she flowed upright, taking the move into an overhead stretch that emphasized her narrow waist and generous breasts. She turned toward him, hips swaying as she moved in so close she stood between his legs. The way he sat there unmoving felt like a challenge. She might be submissive by nature, but she liked how he made her work for it.

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Saturday Excerpt – Ripcord: The Ever After by Jeanne St. James

ripcord_theeverafter_coverlg“This is an excerpt from Rip Cord: The Ever After (the 3rd and final novella in the Rip Cord trilogy)” ~Jeanne St. James

“Is the coffee helping?”
On the surface her question sounded caring, but the pointed gaze and the tightly crossed arms told him otherwise.
“Yeah. I’m drunk and awake now.”
“Good. So…why are you here?” She pursed her lips stubbornly. She wasn’t leaving without some answers. The sooner he answered, the sooner she would skedaddle.
He blew across the hot liquid before taking another sip. “For Gil.”
“For Gil, or for you?” Her gaze was unwavering as she waited for his answer. Her left index finger was beating a pattern into her right bicep. Tap, tap, tap. Tick tock. Tick tock. Ding. Time’s up.
“I just told you.”
“Well, I think you’re here for yourself because you’re a selfish shit. You need to stop playing with his emotions. You hear me?”
Rip winced. Holy hell. “I’m not.”
“Oh, you are. You need to man up and either be with Gil or leave him the hell alone. He’s not your boy toy. You can’t just take him out to play when you want to.”
Is that what she thought he was doing? Shit. Did Gil see it like that? “I don’t mean to—”
“Bullshit. I wish I’d never talked him into going to his class reunion. He didn’t want to go, you know. I made him.”
Rip grimaced. “I know.”
“He had a crush on you, and you opened the door to more. Between that night and the weekend at the cabin—”
“I never meant—”
“Listen Mister I’m-a-famous-wide-receiver-for-the-NFL, you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“For your information, I feel the same way about him as he does me.”
“Right.” Katie laughed bitterly. “You do know Gil loves you, right?”
Rip glanced at her, eyes wide. “He… does?”
Sure. Gil has feelings for him. Hell, he has feelings for Gil. But love?
“Of course he does, you shit. How could you not notice? Oh, that’s right, you’re a thick-headed football player that only cares about himself.”
“I care about Gil.”
“Then why don’t you act like it?”
Rip turned away from her and put an arm over his face. “I don’t know,” he muttered.
He was sick to his stomach. Not only from the over indulging but from what Katie said.
He’d never cared for anyone before. Never. His mom had died when he was young, and his pop had been a complete asshole. And, fuck, he did not want to end up like him. Unfortunately, he seemed to be headed down that same path.
First as being deemed The Bad Boy of the NFL—not without good reason—and now with Gil. He never meant to hurt Gil. He liked Gil. He always had. Even in high school. Yeah, so they hadn’t been actual “friends” because they ran in different circles. Gil with the geek squad and Rip with the jocks. But that was normal high school shit. Right?
He had never picked on Gil in high school like the other students had. No, it wasn’t just being picked on. It was downright bullying. The night of their tenth-year class reunion, Gil had asked Rip why he hadn’t ever come to his rescue. Rip’s lame answer was that he’d had a reputation to uphold. He was the captain of the varsity team. He was a jock. It was a bullshit excuse and he had apologized, of course. But it came too late for high school. However, here he was again…trying to live up to his reputation of being a badass pro football player.
And look where that got him…
Sobering up in his gay lover’s house. The lover whom he’d been ignoring because Rip was too much of a damn coward to come out of the closet and be his true self.
That’s because he always had to hide who he really was. Always.
All he’d known most of his life was how to be a good football player.
And now he didn’t even have that.
He emptied the mug and handed it back to Katie. “Thanks…and sorry.”
Katie pushed to her feet. “You’re apologizing to the wrong person.”
She beat feet out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
            The Bad Boy of NFL was no longer.
Now he was just a fuck up.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Double Dare by Jeanne St. James

Here is an excerpt from Jeanne’s newest release, Double Dare

            When Logan glanced up again, he saw a pink vision stalking toward him and he sat up straighter. Shit, the cause of his earlier hard-on was coming his way.

            Shit, she looked determined and she still had a grip around that glass like it was a lifeline.

            She stopped directly in front of him and put one hand on her hip.

            “Are you Logan Reed?”

            Oh, shit. “Yes?”

            “You don’t know for sure?”

            “Oh, I’m sure.”

            “Are you fucking anybody right now?”

            “Right this minute?” He glanced around to see if anyone else was hearing this surreal conversation. Luckily, no one was paying attention.

            “No. Do you have anyone who is going to get mad if I ask you to dance?”

            “Uh. No.” Well, hell, that was a unique way of asking someone to dance.

            She placed her drink on the table and he asked, “Is that still your second one?”

            “No, third.”

            “I was afraid of that.”

            She grabbed his hand and pulled but he was too heavy to lift, so he unfolded himself from the chair to accommodate her.

            “Are you asking me to dance?”

            “You have a problem with that?”

            “Not at all.” He interlaced his fingers with hers and led her to a corner of the dance floor. Luckily for him, the D.J. had turned the lights down and was playing a series of slow tunes. Ones he could dance to. There was no way he was doing the chicken dance or line dancing. He had his limits.

            As the slow, wailing tune blared through the large speakers, Logan slid his palms around her waist, his splayed fingers coming to rest at the small of her back. The fabric of her dress felt terrible and he didn’t know why women wore shit like this and suffered. The dress certainly wasn’t flattering.

            But it wasn’t the outer package that mattered, it was what you found when you unwrapped it.

            He stepped in a little closer and pulled her hips closer to his. He swore he heard a little gasp. He smiled into her over-styled, dark blonde hair and nuzzled it. Underneath all the hairspray, he caught a scent of wildflowers. It smelled nice.

            “What’s your name?” He murmured into her hair.

            “What?” She turned her head a bit and she ended up nuzzling his neck. Her lips, the shape which reminded him of an archer’s bow, were warm and soft and he could detect the fruity scent of the Slammers on her breath.

            She was average height for a woman, which made her a bit shorter than him, so he had to lean down a bit to place his lips against her ear.

            “What’s your name?”

            He felt the shiver of her body against him, so he traced the delicate shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. The touch was light enough, but she unmistakably felt it. In response, she arched her back slightly, pressing her hips into his.

            “Quinn,” she finally answered him, her voice breathless.

            “Quinn,” he repeated while moving one hand up her back to the bare skin rising out of her dress. He drew the pad of his thumb along the smooth expanse of flesh, along her exposed spine and then moved up to her neck to cradle it in his palm. His thumb continued to stroke her skin along the vein in her neck.

            He pulled away a little and looked down into her face. Her eyes were heavy and her lips were parted. Her breaths were short and quick.

            He struggled to keep from thrusting against her. If she looked this good in that God-awful dress, he wondered what she looked like in normal clothes. Or no clothes at all.

            Or in just a pair of handcuffs.

            His balls tightened and he released a long breath out of his nose to steady his pulse.

            “Quinn, do you like sex?” He placed his cheek against hers and they swayed to the music, their hips, their thighs brushing against each other.

            Her eyelids fluttered a bit before she answered, “Sometimes.”

            “Why only sometimes?” he whispered against her ear.

            She shrugged slightly and one of her off-the-shoulder sleeves slid down a bit exposing more creamy flesh.

            Logan brushed his lips along her collar-bone. It was delicate and covered with smooth skin. When he got to her shoulder he worked his way back, and in the hollow of her neck he placed a kiss.

            There was a groan. He didn’t know who it came from. Her. Him. He didn’t care. His hand at the small of her back slipped lower, to just where the rise of her ass was. The dress’ fabric kept him from feeling details, but his imagination took over.

            One song transitioned into another and they weren’t even aware of the other couples dancing nearby.

            His hips kept a steady side to side rhythm, while his hand on her back kept her close and in perfect time with him.

            He was hard. There was no doubt she could feel it. Even with the yards of fabric around her midsection, her belly was brushing against his length, teasing his cock.

            “What kind of sex do you like?” His voice sounded low and gruff to his own ears.

            “The kind when I get to come.”

            Logan chuckled against her temple and slipped the hand he had around her neck to her shoulder. His fingers brushed her skin lightly. He couldn’t help but notice goose bumps suddenly appearing everywhere he touched her. That meant her nipples were hard. Probably so hard and aching for his fingers and mouth.

            Her dress had slipped down a bit and the neckline rode low on her chest. The fabric was resting just on the crest of her breasts; he could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. In fact, he thought he could see the crescent edge of one nipple, even in the dim light.

            He wanted to dip his tongue between her breasts.



            “Why did you ask me to dance?”

            “Because my friends…” Her soft voice faded off.

            “Your friends?” he prodded.

            “My friends dared me to. They think I am such a loser when it comes to men.”


            “I always pick Mr. Wrong.”

            “Am I supposed to be Mr. Right?” He brushed the back of his knuckles over the rise of her breasts.

            “No. Just Mr. Right Now.”

            “So you just want to use me.”


AuThursday – Jeanne St. James

Please welcome fellow LSB author Jeanne St. James.  So Jeanne tell us,  do you use any techniques, tools, or aids to help you write?

 Yes, a thesaurus. I love it. And I’ve also made up my own erotic thesaurus in an Excel spreadsheet. I’m always adding to it.

 Q:  How do you make time to write?

 Recently, I haven’t (and am feeling very guilty about that!). I’ve been busy promoting my three new releases with Liquid Silver Books, Phaze and Loose Id. I’m more creative in the evening and, unfortunately, I work in the evenings. So I need to either write after work or on my days off. It really limits my writing time. I’m NOT a morning person.

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

 I would have to say my characters. I love to get into their heads and feel their emotions. It helps me write and I hope that comes through to the readers.

 Q:  Who has had the most influence on your writing?

 Hmm. Authors who love to write dark romances or damaged characters. I love damaged characters.

 I would have to say my favorite authors are Katherine Sutcliffe and Laura Kinsale (their historical romances). I loved everything they wrote.

 Q:  What advice do you have for other writers?

 Keep writing. You can never write enough. The more you write, the more you learn and the better you get! Get a good critique partner, also. One who is going to be brutally honest with you.

 Q:  Would you tell us your story of getting your first book published?


Well, I wrote Banged Up (my m/f erotic romance – Liquid Silver Books) a few years ago with the hopes of publishing with a big-name category romance publisher. I submitted it to several contests where it placed or won in its category. But I still never submitted it, since all I heard was how HARD it was to get in with this NY publisher. So I never tried. So, last fall, when I realized epublishing was here to stay – AND I was really enjoying the erotic romances that they were putting out there – I dusted the manuscript off, added a few more scenes including more explicit sex scenes and sent it off to several epubs. It was accepted by LSB and has received some GREAT reviews! I was very excited to have it accepted. I sold two more manuscripts within 6 months after that. I learned that all I had to do was submit. If you don’t do that, you will never be published.

 *BTW, Banged Up is now on Amazon! I was so excited to see one of my books on such a big retailer.

 Q:  What do you feel is the biggest misconception about erotic romance?

 That it’s porn. It’s not it’s still a romance at heart. The heroine and the hero fall in love and even without the explicit sex scenes (which are hot and fun to write) the story should be able to stand alone.

 Q:  What are you doing to promote your book(s)?

 I maintain a website and blog. My blog gets a lot of hits because I try to promote it by having guest authors, recipes, excerpts, etc. I belong to the Romance Divas forum and lots of writer/reader email loops. I do blog tours, chats, and loads of interviews. I think getting good reviews on my books helps promotion, too.

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

 I just had a January 5th release with Loose Id. An interracial ménage a trois (m/m/f). Its title is Double Dare. It was a lot of fun to write. I am working on some other stories, but I really need to get “butt in chair” and write.

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

 All over. LOL! I’ll just list a few. Some of the best places are:

 My website:

My blog:



Join me on Saturday when Jeanne shares an excerpt from her newest release, “Double Dare”.

Until then be Naughty,


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

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