Merry Christmas!

Wishing you a wonderful Christmas

and a mythic new year!

 

 

Whether you have a warm sandy beach...

 

 

Or a HOT turtledove...

 

 

may you always find happiness

 

 

 

 

and be surrounded by love.

 

 

I'll see you back here on New Year's Day!

 

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A Mythic Christmas

Welcome to the Holiday Gifts of Love blog hop!

 

I’m offering a $20 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter today. You must leave your email address and answer the question, not just copy and paste (sorry). Gotta weed out the weenies.

 

 

The best Christmas present I ever got was my first horse. Old Polka-dots carried me more miles than I deserved, and then some. She was the ugliest brown thing with a big black dot on her butt, but she introduced me to a world of horses. 

And that’s where my mythic world of Centaurs was born!

 

Remedy Maker

Book One in the Centaur Series

(today only $3.99 - normally $7.99)

 

Amazon eBook     Paperback     Barnes & Noble

 

 

Rhycious' eyes locked on his latest discovery, his mouth hung slack. "My gods, Patience. You're so—" His words broke off and his mouth came down on her breast. His warm lips took a distended point deep into his mouth. The heat and sucking motion moved in time to the fingers pushing insistently between her legs. Her legs spread wide by his big body; he had total access to her. She almost cried from the want of him.

"Oh my gods!" Pressure gathered deep inside. Patience curled her hands on his shoulders, then in his hair. Both pushing him away and pulling him tighter to her. He plunged his fingers in and out, rubbing the lust-laden juice over her clit, murmuring to her in a language she didn't understand. Moving his lips back to her mouth, he thrust his tongue deep and worked his magic massage faster.

 "Come for me, baby….let it go." His breath rasped in her ear, his heart pounded against her side. "Let me feel you fall apart on my hand."

With a firm push, Rhycious thrust his fingers deep inside her.

 

Don’t forget to leave your email address with your comment if you want to enter to win.

Le’ Question:  What’s the best present you ever received for Christmas?

 

To see other Holiday Gifts Blog Hoppers, click HERE. 

Friday Flames: May your season be scorching and bright

At this time of year, I have many to thank for the blessings of 2012. I can’t possibly name you all, so I apologize and bear with me:

My husband, to whom I owe everything. You’ve been my rock and inspiration, passion and heat. I love you.

Paranormal Romance author, Brenda Dyer:  (website) With your sharp eyes, shit-kicking boots, and ability to motivate via Skype, you helped make 2012 awesome. Thank you, hoser!

Romantic Western Suspense author, D’Ann Lindun: (website)  Yee-haw! 2012 brought many things, didn’t it? All of them treasures, and I treasure you.

Upcoming  Inspirational Romantic Suspense / YA Paranormal author, Martha Ramirez: (website)  Blessings come in many ways. Sometimes the message is through a crit. Hugs!

Zoe:  Woof Bark Bark! Without your distraction to kill kill kill, my fight scenes would fall flat. Now go find something to mutilate.

Erotic Romance author, Leanore Elliott: (website)  You’re a rare commodity in my world. Selfless, giving, and have the iron will of a pit bull who’ll never give up! Thank you.

Up and coming Historical Romance author, Melissa Limoges: (website)  Fluff or badass, filler or awesomesauce, you’ve given me giggles when I needed to laugh. Thank you. *Air hug*

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR

Please leave your excerpt, buy links, website, and any comments you want.  

Friday Flames is here FOR YOU to showcase your talent and sweat equity.

And now…for my excerpt:

From my Work In Progress titled TROLL-Y YOURS, book two of the Centaur series:

Aleksander lifted his head to brush his lips against hers, gently licking her lips, teasing the corners, nipping lightly on her full lower one. Her lips fascinated him with their sensuous swell, and he learned he loved to kiss and taste them. Nip at them. Lose hours just making love to her mouth. 

Ella parted her lips and he pounced on the perfect moment by slipping his tongue to find the hot slickness of the interior. The hesitant touch of her tongue against his, sent arrows of heat spearing through him. The strike went straight to his throbbing cock and aching balls.

Slow, dipshit. Slow down. He had one opportunity to show her how much he wanted her. How he felt about her—royal duties be damned.

Black Friday Blog Hop!

Welcome to the blog hop!!  Here's the fabulous prizes, including mine:

EACH blogger will have a giveaway. Yessiree! There are over 200 giveaways to be had, hosted by that Author or Blogger.
But that's not all....

There are THREE grand prizes. You can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $75 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

A $20 Amazon gift card AND a swag pack of goodies from me.

Nothing sends shivers down Sheri Fredrick’s spine faster than the words “Black Friday”.

(c) flickr sdis

In the city, where department stores and mega crowds abound, people line up for hours – if not days!- to be the first ones through the door.

(c) flickr Michael Holden

Not for this laid-back country girl. First off, we don’t have those kinds of stores in my dinky town on the central coast of California where I live. Oh, the local mom and pop retails try to capitalize on their version of Black Friday, but it isn’t the same.

Take your pick. We’ve got the restaurant on your left…or the feed store on your right. 

No, I don’t think I’ll hit Black Friday this year, or any year. Maybe I’ll take up a good book and read my day away.

(c) flickr Guy Jaques

What do YOU do on Black Friday?

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TODAY ONLY!

Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.

He's the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.

Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.

Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn't push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.

When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.

Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?

For a chance to win my $20 Amazon gift card and a swag pack prize, please leave your email address below.

To find other authors and bloggers in this hop, please click HERE.

Friday Flames - Turn Up the Heat

It's been a while since I last posted an edition of Friday Flames. And I miss the steamy fun.

(c)billy5796

 

 



I've been pushing myself to finish Aleksander's story, titled Troll-y Yours, the next book in my Centaur Series. This is the novel following Remedy Maker, which is Rhycious's story.

For those of you who have been asking, here's a little taste of what's to come:

Troll-y Yours

(unedited)

 

Just a little taste . . . a little touch. What could it hurt?

 

Trained to keep his opponents off balance, Aleksander employed military strategy in overcoming Ella’s final resistance to his charms. While his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, his fingers played with the points of her nipple—and his other hand stole south to comb through her soft patch of fuzz and dip into the hot wetness he found.

 

Ella gasped at the invasion of his hand. He quickly caught the sound in his mouth. Her hips bucked outward, but he snaked his arm tight as a vice around her waist, holding her in place.

 

Prized warm syrup coated his fingers and she whimpered, her shapely hips undulating against his hand. He matched the rhythm to his thrusting tongue.

 

“Relax, angel.”

 

“It’s too much,” she said.

 

“I’ve got you.”

 

“And it’s not enough.” Her eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth slackened with lust.

 

Holy horns of Pan. The little Troll was one hot number.

 

 

 

I hope you enjoyed this little taste of Troll-y Yours. Leave your HOT scene below, along with a buy link if you have one.

 

Looking forward to some tantalizing Friday Flames reading!

Paperback Overload!

Do you ever find yourself with an overload of paperbacks?

That's where I find myself today. I'm stacking books on top, in front, in places books were never meant to be....and I want MORE books!

In order to make room for more, I've gotta get rid of some.

If you're interested in gently read books (these are not new, but in great shape from a non-smoking home), leave your book choice in the comment below, with an email address, for chance to win one of these terrific books.

 Janet Evanovich - Love Overboard

 

 Janet Evanovich - Back to the Bedroom

 

 Janet Evanovich - Thanksgiving

 

 Lisa Jackson - Sorceress

 

 Lori Herter - Possession

 

 Mary Balogh - The Secret Pearl

 

 

If you're interested in any of these books, I'll be happy to send residents located inside the United States. Sorry - postage is the deciding factor here, and I'm a starving author.

 

Have fun, and happy reading!

 

 

 

 

 

Howloween Blog Hop!

Welcome to the blog hop!

To find other participants of this hop, please click HERE.

To celebrate the release of my book:

         

Available on Amazon HERE

 

  I offer a Halloween memory. . .

A Three-Legged Wonder

Various Halloween scenes flee flood the remembrance of my childhood. There were scary years and others scream-laugh funny. As an adult, I still gag smile at the antics of my friends and family.

My mother is a clothing designer by trade. So Halloween consisted of home-made costumes. In my recollection, there was only one year in which I wore a costume my mother didn’t entirely make for me. Nothing against my in-house designer's imagination—all her guises were works of art—but forcing helping to create my own costume made it the best Halloween ever.

My best friend, Kelley, and I were eight years old. Her mom provided us with tempera paints and thick brushes, along with two paper grocery sacks.

We decided to be a two-headed monster. This consisted of painting our "heads" on the sacks and having my mother sew a shirt and three-legged pants large enough to house two kids.

It took us almost a whole week of practice, walking side by side with our inside legs tied together, to find our cadence beat. And then…the big night. Halloween.

We dressed at my house and preened for pictures. Hobbled to her house for more pictures. With plastic pumpkin buckets in hand, we set off.

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And promptly fell down her front stairs, ripping the shirt and tearing the pant seam. How the paper sacks stayed intact, I'll never know. I was crying, Kelley was screaming, her mom was laughing, and their damn dog attacked my pumpkin bucket.

We made our rounds through the neighborhood that night, a two headed, three-legged, limping monster.

I haven't seen Kelley in a long time but keep in touch with her mother. She and I have groaned laughed over my favorite Halloween many times over the years.

 

Remedy Maker

Excerpt:

 

 

Confidence settled within him after making a decision on the next step to fulfill his ruler’s wishes. He leaned toward the radio, flipped the switch, and let the music roll over him while he set about making coffee in the stovetop percolator.

 

The twenty-first century was by far his favorite time to live. Natural cure innovations abounded, and the music jammed. Nodding in time to the deep bass thump, Kid Rock rapped out his wish to be a cowboy. Rhy tapped his toe on the wooden floor and swung his shoulders to the steady rhythm.

 

A little coffee, some discussion and bargaining, and I’m good to go.

 

Patience took hesitant steps out of the bedroom with bare feet. She cleared her throat. “Good morning.”

 

Gods.

 

Sleep creased her face, and her hair lay mussed and wild about her shoulders. Heat coiled low in his belly; his scrotum tightened inside his pants.

 

He was in deep shit.

 

In his waking mind, the plan seemed so easy. None of the sexy details were filled in. Now, with her standing in front of him looking like she’d been tumbled hard in the sack, all he could think of was . . . getting hard in the sack!

 

Fuck.

 

No! Not that word.

 

Glorious brown hair, liberally streaked with auburn, floated in waves over her shoulders and cascaded down her back. He watched her like a slow motion movie. She lifted her hands and pushed the heap away from her face, her breasts jiggling with maddening temptation.

 

“Hey there.” He grabbed open the lower door of the cold box and hid behind it, adjusting himself through his jeans. Guileless, her innocent eyes held no condemnation for his Centaur breeding.

 

Patience was born decades after the last arrow flew in hatred. Her people had committed horrendous crimes, but he had murdered as well. He was the villain here, not her. The proof stood right before his eyes, looking so damn beautiful—a felony on two legs.

 

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What are YOUR plans for Halloween?

You must answer the question in order to qualify for the prize.
Thank you for hopping along! Have fun everyone!!

We have a winner - Alpha Male Blog Hop

Congratulations to Jenny from Ohio!!

Your name was chosen by Random.org to win the mythic swag pack.

Thank you to everyone who came by and commented. Muah!

Until next time ~ ~ Hugs!

Sheri

Andrew Valentine's Bitter Consequence

I'd like to give a warm welcome to a fellow Paranormal Romance Guild member: 

Andrew Valentine

 

Today is a GREAT day, because it's release day for Andrew's book  

BITTER CONSEQUENCE!

WAHOO!!  

I thought I'd ask Andrew a few questions about his new novel ~

Hi Andrew! Come in and sit down. Okay, so...what's it about?

      Andrew: Here’s a short synopsis of Bitter Consequence :

Immortal love.  Immortal evil.  A woman must save her husband from an evil blood-goddess to prevent a supernatural war on the streets of modern New York in this groundbreaking tale of erotic horror.

Oh...my...gosh! So your book's genre is horror! Yikes! Why did you choose Erotic Horror?

      It’s autobiographical. Most of my erotic experiences have been horrible.
          

     I’m kidding about that, but there are elements of autobiography in Bitter Consequence.  For example, a few hundred years ago in my family’s part of Italy, Abruzzo, an ancestor of mine owned a villa. His daughter was a willful newlywed with a child.  She strolled into the hills and stayed out late.  Her husband and father were worried for her—there had been supposed wolf attacks on the land—and my ancestor took his men and her husband into the woods to look for her.  They found her in a clearing in the woods—and on the way back, came across a coven of witches.  They had been sacrificing animals in their rites—not the wolves.   

     My ancestor threatened them with jail or death. Pleading with him, they offered him a deal with him no doubt influenced by the pregnant woman in their midst: let the witches go and they will “bless” his family and his descendents for generations to come.  He took the deal and let them go, warning them never to return to his land.  His name?  Valentino.  

     Over the years, that became Valentine.  I actually adapted that story and included it in Bitter Consequence—with a vampire twist.

      

      But the main reason I chose to write in erotic horror is because there are a few similarities between the two—both sex scenes and horror scenes ought to move the story forward and should focus on the main characters only—and  to be successful you’re bound to their limitations.   

     And, of course, there’s a bit of bondage in the book—so it all fit!

     

 What's it like for you as a writer? 

      Writing fiction is a drug addiction.  It tears you away from your family; it makes you live in imaginary places; it can make you go broke.  If  you want to “make it big” in fiction, there’s a good chance you’re deluding yourself.  For every for every EL James that makes it there are 100,000 wannabes who never will.  You MUST manage your expectations.  If you do, you can be happy as a fiction writer. 

      On the upside, the public seems to have an insatiable hunger for good stories, well told—and there are more openings to show off your writing chops than ever before: blogs, print-on-demand and e-books all allow writers access to readers that have been unavailable ever in the history of the written word.  Small presses are sprouting up across the publishing landscape like mushrooms and self-publishing no longer has the stigma it once had. 

      And we’re a great bunch.  Most of the writers I’ve met and/or communicated with are helpful, encouraging and enthusiastic.  

      Even when we’re jealous of our friends’ successes, each one of them provides a message of inspiration: you can do it, too!    

     

 

Andrew Marino’s Bio and links:

          Andrew Valentine is an award winning novelist (National Writers Assn.) screenwriter and freelance journalist who lives and writes in New York.  He is a founding member of the Paranormal Romance Guild and is member of several professional organizations.  Andrew holds a masters degree in psychology from the New School for Social Research and is a marketing director at a direct marketing firm where his writing is more effective in generating revenue than pulse-pounding thrills.

Visit him online at any of these sites:

·                 This is the link to my first novel, Bitter Things: www.bitterthingsthebook.com

·                 This is the link to the second, Bitter Consequence: www.BitterConsequence.com

·                 You can find a trailer for Bitter Things on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLrvRDeZs5E&feature=g-upl

·                 You can find Andrew here, at the Paranormal Romance Guild: www.paranormalromanceguild.com/

·                 You can also find Andrew on Facebook, here: https://www.facebook.com/AndrewValentinesBitterThings

You can pick up your copy of Bitter Things here (unfortunately, at the moment it’s only available on Kindle [he sold out of hard copies, which is a good problem to have, I suppose!]):

http://www.amazon.com/Bitter-Things-ebook/dp/B002BWP0HS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1349620001&sr=1-1&keywords=bitter+things

You can order your copy of Bitter Consequence here:

http://www.amazon.com/Bitter-Consequence-Andrew-Valentine/dp/0881001546/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1349620162&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=bitter+consequence

   

Friday Flames - Burning Delight

Welcome to Friday Flames!!

If you're looking for the Alpha Male Blog Hop, scroll down to the next blog post entry.


Visitors:  Please feel free to read and comment.
Authors:  Please share your hot scene, or the tension that leads up to it. Don't forget to leave your buy links or web addresses.

A HUGE thank you to Leanore Elliott for allowing me to showcase her STEAMY erotic novel ~

 

A Wicked Anthology

By

Leanore Elliott

Story #1 ~  Dedicated:

She lifted her tits up and licked her lips. “Let me be your total slave. I will please you in so many ways, because I have done you already in every way imaginable. It is all that I have longed to do and it’s all that I want for my whole life and you will never even need anyone else. I will be your release, your sex toy or whatever your mood wants. Please use me for your pleasure?” 

His eyes were riveted to her as she pledged her body and heart to him. He drew in a breath and visibly flinched while he gripped his cock as though he were in pain.

Story #2 ~  Satisfaction Guaranteed

(Starring Rex Harris from the Novel Dirty As Sin)

Releasing an uneasy breath, she gazed over at the mirror.

There in the reflection was her—just plain ole Claire, but her cheeks were flushed with color and her eyes sparkled with some inexplicable emotion. Her hair looked all tousled and free flowing. She looked—sexy?

“Yeah, look at you,” Rex whispered to her ear. “You may just be turned on, little Claire.”

Amazed, she stared as he stood at her back and reached his arms around her waist. She gawked at those lovely strong fingers while they slid slowly downward and tugged her skirt down. She was holding her breath again, as she watched him move the black skirt downward until she saw her red lace underwear.

“Sexy…” he breathed to her ear.

Story #3 ~  Conquer Me

Lena raised a brow at him. “I bet a strong swaggering man like you has never been whipped with one of your own riding crops.”

Chase gulped at her and his cock rose as it stiffened.  

“Especially, while on all fours and hand-fucking yourself,” she added. Her imagination filling with how it would feel to actually ride him bareback. Her wet sliding pussy being delighted by the friction of his smooth, bronzed skin, sliding along her clit as she ordered his hand strokes, making him jerk himself off while she lay the whip across his sweet, firm ass. 

Story #4 ~  The Hat Rick

The Angel man licked his lips with his tongue, and with the slight sliding movement, her clit throbbed and she could feel it swell. 

Inexplicably, his fingers lowered to his briefs again, following the same trail as her hand did to herself.

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think; she’d lost herself somewhere back when he had unbuttoned his shirt. I’ve lost my wits, all my good sense and self-control. Could this be why he was a dominator? He could almost direct you with his mind alone? 

The sweet-faced dominator didn’t stop there; he slid his hand all the way into his briefs and Miranda could see his body stiffen as though he’d grabbed his own cock. Again, he licked his lips and nodded.

Miranda started to pant as she stared at the two way mirror and her body shook. Somehow, she had her fingers in her panties and her wet pussy was soaking her thighs. 

Story #5 ~  The View

“I’m not sure I can keep myself together long enough for this.”

At her admittance, he felt himself swell. Her shaky need and the thrilled look in her beautiful eyes was so hot, he was feeling even more excited about this.

Reaching forward, she dipped her fingers in. “Ohh…” she gasped and clutched at her labia with her other hand.

Rich had seen women hot for his huge cock before, as it was fairly impressive, but never one this hot for it. He felt supreme and especially after all the wanting he’d done over the blonde. He reached in and kept her hand on him as he raised his erected throbbing rod from his pants.

 

 Story #6 ~  Mine

 

“My favorite part was where you said…” His voice slowed. “You would cum while on your knees if I shoved my cock down your throat. I grew so hard at your words. I’ve been with some soumis—submissive women and they never made me as hard as you did that night.”

As he spoke, Jewel was afraid she would start hyperventilating.

“Do you remember what you said, Jewel?” he asked and flipped her around to face him.

She tried to swallow and found that her throat had closed while she gazed into his eyes. She shook her head.

AMAZON 

LEANORE ELLIOTT