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May 25, 2013
Seraphina Donavan has Curves for Casanova
WHOOT! Turn up the lights!
Seraphina Donavan is in the house, and she's brought the handsome leading man from Curves for Casanova with her.
Blurb:
Liberty
Jones and Gavin McBray met once before, sharing a passionate encounter until
doubt sent Libby running for cover. Now, as the newest and lowliest employee at
McBray Enterprises, Libby is stunned and horrified to realize that the man she
made out with is none other than her new boss.
While Libby might be horrified, Gavin is relieved to have finally located the dream woman who got away. But when they get stuck in an elevator together, the perfect opportunity to confront her turns into something dark and dangerous. Someone is out to kill Gavin, and now Libby is caught in the crosshairs. Can he keep her safe and convince her that he's ready to give up his Casanova ways?
Take it away, Seraphina ~ ~
Let me introduce you to Casanova. Gavin McBray is a self made billionaire, a
technological genius, and a man so handsome that women routinely fall all over
him. But there are rumors that Gavin has
finally found the one. I’m going to put
on my Perez Hilton hat and see what I can find out for us!
SD: Gavin, thank you for
stopping by to chat with us today! It’s
not everyday that we’re graced with the presence of a handsome, eligible
billionaire. You are eligible, aren’t
you?
GM: (smiling cheekily)
That depends on what I’m eligible for... and thank you for having me.
SD: (fanning myself discreetly) I’d love to have you any
time. And as for your eligibility,
isn’t it true that you’ve recently become involved with a young woman who works
for you?
GM: (smiling still, but
definitely guarded) I’m involved with
someone, but for her safety and privacy, I prefer not to talk about our
relationship publicly. You understand,
of course.
SD: What a gentleman you
are! How about some vague questions
then?
GM: You can ask any
question you like, but I reserve the right to refuse an answer.
SD: Fair enough, Gavin... What sort of qualities appeal to you in
a woman?
GM: A pulse is usually a
good place to start.
SD: Be serious!
GM: (he laughed, and it was all I could do not to stand up and
take my panties off!) Fine. I typically
dated models and actresses, but that was more a matter of convenience. Socially, those were the women that I kept
being introduced to. But of late, my
tastes are running to a curvier, more traditionally feminine look. And I love redheads.
SD: All redheads, or a
redhead?
GM: (wearing his poker
face) I also prefer women who keep their word.
No specifics, remember?
SD: Right. Right.
Absolutely. Tell me, Gavin, what
is a perfect romantic evening for you and whichever mysterious, curvy redhead
you happen to be romancing at the time?
GM: Oh, that’s easy
enough. Women don’t always know what
they want, or if they know, they struggle to put it into words. But it starts with being a gentleman, until
it’s time not to be a gentleman.
SD: You’re going to have
explain that a little more, I think.
GM: If I were going to
take you on a date, I would drive my own car and leave the limo at home. Women like a man who knows how to take
charge, and driving is one way of illustrating that. I’d open doors for you naturally. The food would be good, but not fussy and
probably not gourmet. Too showy. After dinner, I’d take you home... and when I
walked you to your door, I’d press you against it and when I leaned in to kiss
you, I’d pause just long enough for you to decide whether or not you wanted me
to.
SD: (forget just taking
off my panties, I want to strip entirely!) What happens if I don’t want you to?
GM: (smiling) I don’t know.
I’ve never been turned down... at least not for a kiss. Kissing is an art, you know. And a first kiss should set the tone for the
whole relationship. I’m a very dominant
man, and when I kiss a woman, I make certain that’s understood.
SD: You can make that
clear just with your lips?
GM: If my lips are the
only part of me involved in a kiss, then I’m doing a very poor job of it.
I had more questions, but at this point, Gavin received a text
message that was apparently very important.
GM: I’m sorry, but a
situation has come up. Perhaps we can
resume our conversation at a later date.
SD: Of course. Thank you for stopping by, and I hope
everything is okay.
GM: (grim faced and steely
eyed) It will be. Of that you can be
certain.
Now, my curiosity is killing me!
What was the mysterious text? Why
so serious at the end? I wonder what
Gavin is up to, and I can’t help but wonder what’s happening with the
mysterious redhead!
This is a short story, selling for $0.99, and it is the first in a series of 3.
Excerpt:
He smiled then.
“What
a diplomat you
are, Miss Jones... Speaking of diplomacy, what is an appropriate way to address
the sensitive topic of our first meeting?”
She closed her eyes with a nervous clenching running through her body. “I was rather hoping we wouldn't.”
“Liberty, you ran from me. Women never run from me. How could we not?”
Libby didn't respond, in part because she did't have an appropriate response and in part, because the elevator made a sound unlike anything she'd ever heard, before it came to a shuddering halt. “What was that?”
“I believe it's called mechanical failure,” Gavin answered her seemingly panicked question. “It's fine. The elevator has a failsafe breaking system that works independently of the engine. Just because it stopped doesn't mean it'll fall.”
“I know that,” she answered in a near whisper. Her voice sounded thin and breathless. “I hate feeling trapped. As long as it's moving, it doesn't feel that way, but with it stopped--” She began to hyperventilate.
Gavin stood very still as if he had no idea what to do.
They were trapped. Libby thought wildly. Maybe for him, it was an inconvenience, for her it was truly like a nightmare.
She closed her eyes with a nervous clenching running through her body. “I was rather hoping we wouldn't.”
“Liberty, you ran from me. Women never run from me. How could we not?”
Libby didn't respond, in part because she did't have an appropriate response and in part, because the elevator made a sound unlike anything she'd ever heard, before it came to a shuddering halt. “What was that?”
“I believe it's called mechanical failure,” Gavin answered her seemingly panicked question. “It's fine. The elevator has a failsafe breaking system that works independently of the engine. Just because it stopped doesn't mean it'll fall.”
“I know that,” she answered in a near whisper. Her voice sounded thin and breathless. “I hate feeling trapped. As long as it's moving, it doesn't feel that way, but with it stopped--” She began to hyperventilate.
Gavin stood very still as if he had no idea what to do.
They were trapped. Libby thought wildly. Maybe for him, it was an inconvenience, for her it was truly like a nightmare.
“Liberty?”
Libby couldn't
answer. She couldn't speak, and she felt like her lungs were
going to explode, but she was unable to stop drawing in the great lungfuls of
air, even as her vision began to fade around the edges. Just as she was
accepting it, giving into the fact that she was probably going to pass out, she
felt him step closer, his hands seizing her upper arms.
She looked up at him and his mouth was on hers. Stunned, she simply stood there as he kissed her. It wasn't some horribly invasive kiss, where he shoved his tongue down her throat. In fact, he didn't use his tongue at all. He simply melded his lips over hers, touching them softly, moving them expertly over hers in such a way that she forgot the elevator and everything else.
The files she'd been clutching fell to the floor. The heat was there, blossoming between them just as it had before. His hands on her arms and his lips over hers were the only points of contact, but it felt as if her whole body had simply been set ablaze.
A soft hum of pleasure escaped her, and she felt him smile against her lips. His hands coasted over her arms, until his fingers twined with hers and he raised her hands to his shoulders, bringing them closer, until their bodies skimmed lightly against one another, a teasing and tantalizing promise.
Standing so close that she could feel the heat from his body, he lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her.
“You kissed me,” she stated the obvious, but still sounded surprised.
“You were hyperventilating—and I don't have any paper bags.”
She looked up at him and his mouth was on hers. Stunned, she simply stood there as he kissed her. It wasn't some horribly invasive kiss, where he shoved his tongue down her throat. In fact, he didn't use his tongue at all. He simply melded his lips over hers, touching them softly, moving them expertly over hers in such a way that she forgot the elevator and everything else.
The files she'd been clutching fell to the floor. The heat was there, blossoming between them just as it had before. His hands on her arms and his lips over hers were the only points of contact, but it felt as if her whole body had simply been set ablaze.
A soft hum of pleasure escaped her, and she felt him smile against her lips. His hands coasted over her arms, until his fingers twined with hers and he raised her hands to his shoulders, bringing them closer, until their bodies skimmed lightly against one another, a teasing and tantalizing promise.
Standing so close that she could feel the heat from his body, he lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her.
“You kissed me,” she stated the obvious, but still sounded surprised.
“You were hyperventilating—and I don't have any paper bags.”
*************************************
Author Bio:
Seraphina Donavan |
Seraphina
Donavan is a hopeless romantic with a wicked & oh-so-dirty mind! Those
things, combined with her love of writing, prompted her to take the leap and
transform those fantasies into written words on a page. As a curvy girl herself,
Seraphina has made it a point to celebrate those women with delicious curves
with her work through writing and the hot men who love them.
She currently has 11 published books & is working on many more...
Living in Central Kentucky, Seraphina spends her time rescuing stray animals, working for a non-profit agency and dreaming of becoming a best-selling author. She lives in a home that has more character than working parts and enjoys spending time with her fur babies.
Feel free to contact her with any questions or thoughts on your
mind... She loves connecting with her readers & hearing from
anyone!
Thank you for sharing Gavin with everyone on the Flames! He is one smoking-hot man.
May 24, 2013
Friday Flames - Troll Style!
It's been exactly one week since the release of Troll-y Yours.
In my book, that's cause for celebration!
So let's have some steamy SEX!
Excerpt
“Al.”
Alek squeezed his eyes shut. The
breathy sound of his name on her delectable tongue would be his undoing. But he
wanted his name, his full name, to
pass between her lips before he tumbled them over the edge.
“My name is Aleksander. Say it.”
“Al…”
He hooked his arm around one of
her knees, lifting her leg high. Pulling back, he drove into her hard.
“Oh, yes! Yes…Aleksander.”
“That’s my girl.” He added a
playful slap to her ass. “Say it again.”
This time Ella’s voice strained.
She arched and threw her head back. “Al…Aleksander!”
“Yes, Kalos?” He pounded her in earnest now, his scrotum tightening,
pressure building. If he gritted his teeth any harder, he’d chip the points
off. Strain of holding back was almost painful, and he closed his eyes tight.
Ella’s short nails sank into his
skin where she gripped his forearms. “I’m—Holy Titans!”
Faint spasms gripped the head of
his deeply buried cock. The milking sensation moved up his shaft with
increasing strength and speed. Beneath him, Ella’s body bucked. She cried out,
moaning long and low. Her small hands moved to cling to his back and if she
drew blood, he could really give a shit.
This was ecstasy at its peak.
The best he’d ever had.
With a subtle shift, Ella reached
down and grabbed a handful of his hardworking ass, pressed him into her and
forced him to lag his frantic movements.
“Gods,” he moaned. “Please.”
The slide and drag was more than
he could bear, his whole body felt the sensation. Tight, wet, hot, she
enveloped him. She moved beneath him in a slow pumping rhythm.
He didn’t last long.
Explosions of white-hot rapture,
and he was there. Aleksander stiffened his arm braced beside her shoulder,
slapped his hips once more to hers, and let loose his climax.
Buried deep, liquid energy
erupted from his body into hers, creating a shockwave that ripped him in two.
Time stopped. The forest fell
away. All that remained was a perfect female Troll who gathered his depleted
body close.
****
Troll-y Yours, Book 2 of the Centaurs Series
A BBW Erotic Fantasy Romance
Grab your copy HERE.
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May 22, 2013
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May 20, 2013
Welcome Cover Artist Carey Abbott
Yesterday, Troll-y Yours, Book 2 in the Centaur series, was published and is now available on Amazon, Smashwords, and soon Barnes & Noble.
It got me thinking about my cover...and how HOT it is. So I asked my cover artist Carey Abbott to stop by.
Take it away, Carey!
Sheri was kind enough to ask me to be on her blog. Thanks
Sheri, it is really nice to be here. I hope I can help new authors understand
the process of the cover art business. I
recently had the pleasure of making two of Sheri’s covers. One for Troll-y
Yours (above) and Portals of Oz (below).
Both turned out amazing and hopefully Sheri will be
kind enough to share them with you today.
But I’m going to take a slightly different approach.
Originally, I was going to walk you through my process but I didn’t think that
would really be much help for the newbie author having a cover made for the
first time. You can get all that info in a few clicks on my website. The real
question is what to expect as a first timer.
I will walk you through the four steps to making a beautiful
cover.
1) The
Vision
Writers, cover artists need a very detailed account of your
story. Giving your cover artist as much info as possible makes the process
easier on you both. I don’t believe you can give too much info. The more info, the easier it is to create the perfect cover.
As a cover artist, we--in most cases--are working blind, and it
is up to the author to fill in the blanks. Without author provided details, we
don’t know where to start.
Don’t expect your cover artist to read your book to make
your cover. If I read every book I created covers for, I would be doing more
reading than cover art. It would just be way too time consuming.
So, it is left up to the author to provide all the details
and it is up to the cover artist to listen very carefully.
But the author also needs to be flexible and take the cover
artist’s opinions seriously. We aren't trying to blow your vision to bit and
pieces. But for the most part, the cover artist knows what will and won’t
work. Through trial and error we have
learned the good, the bad, and the ugly.
2) Pictures
The right picture can make or break a cover. The best
pictures have bright eye catching colors. This is what you want. Make the
reader stop and take notice.
But there is a fine line between eye catching and just too busy.
Simple and straight to the point is the best plan of action.
I don’t recommend black and white pictures because they tend
to fade out when in thumbnail.
Remember: you don’t need every aspect of your story to be
present on your cover. That’s what we have blurbs for.
My opinion on pictures is to pick one aspect of your story that
is important and stick with that.
3) Font
Your font needs to be clean and readable. Not just in full
size, but in thumbnail as well.
Sometimes bold block letters are the best option, but it all
depends on the cover. I have used all types of fonts. But listen to your cover
artist if they tell you the fonts just aren't working. Most cover artists know the font needs to be
readable. Remember, we have the author’s
best interest at heart while making a cover.
I just can’t stress how important readable font in smaller
size is.
4) Final
Product
The author should love their cover and be jumping for joy
when it is done. If not, then something along the way went wrong.
If you feel the cover needs to be tweaked, then tell your
cover artist. This is the cover that will garner you sales or get you passed over.
A good cover artist will listen to the author and make the
changes they are asked to, or explain why they think the changes won’t
work. But even when an author has asked me to make changes, I usually
just show them and we both have peace of mind.
Remember: the cover artist works for you. You should be
treated with respect and kindness during the cover making process.
5) Final Thought
You really have to trust your cover artist to give you a
beautiful cover that reflects the story you have poured blood, sweat and tears
into.
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. I will try
to answer any questions anyone might have.
Below you will find links to check out my work, both pre-made and personalized. I make covers for all genres. From horror to
children’s books.
Pre-Made Covers (Right now I’m having a huge sale on all
Pre-Mades.)
Sold Cover Art
Thanks Sheri for having me! It was a blast!
May 17, 2013
Friday Flames - Men of T-FLAC
Not long ago, New York Times Best Seller (and all around lady of awesomeness) Cherry Adair put a call out in social media: a contest to create a Men of T-FLAC video.
(Congratulations to Cherry, by the way, for receiving a Lifetime Achievement Award at the Romantic Times Convention!)
Out of all the T-FLAC contest entries, a winner was chosen -- though I imagine the decision was a hard one to make.
Congratulations to Cindy Kinney, a self-proclaimed die-hard fan. Here is her winning T-FLAC video:
List of credits:
Movie clips are-
The Avengers
Blood Diamond
Black Hawk Down
G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra
G.I. Joe2: Retaliation
Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol
Sahara
Star Trek: Into the Darkness
True Blood
Tears of the Sun
The song is My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (light 'em
up) by Fallout Boy.
*****
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Remedy Maker
Winner of the PRG 2012 Reviewer's Choice Award
May 10, 2013
Reward of Novel Excellence (RONE) 2012 Awards!
Thank you to those who have messaged to let me know you voted for Remedy Maker in the RONE (Reward Of Novel Excellence) awards. I really appreciate you taking the time.
For those of you who haven’t visited InD’tale eMagazine http://indtale.com/rone-awards/2012/week-4, the process to cast your vote is easy. From their web page:
If you are not already a subscriber to InD'Tale magazine, you may register on our homepage. This is very easy to do and will immediately allow you all access to our website as well as InD'Tale magazine, itself (NO spam will EVER be sent!) Then, all you need do is click on your favorites to vote!
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Brenda Dyer's paranormal romance Love’s Prophecy is also in the running—thank God we’re in different categories! This week’s poll is for Fantasy (Remedy Maker), Paranormal (Love’s Prophecy), and Time Travel.
I want to wish a hearty GOOD LUCK! to everyone nominated for the RONE! What an honor to be named alongside so many prestigious authors!
May 2, 2013
Braggin' Rights
So, it's not pretty. . .and it's a little rough. But I'm proud of my youngest spawn. He wrote these poems and added pictures, then shared them with his class.
Because I own braggin' rights, I'm sharing with you.
Because I own braggin' rights, I'm sharing with you.
Winter Snow
The Winter snow trudges and stumbles along,
Dragging with it the Winter breeze.
He lets enough loose to make a nice little breeze,
But sometimes his mittened hand slips and the bag is dropped,
Sending huge winds across the land.
He picks it up as soon as it fell,
And stumbles and trudges to another land.
Comic Heroes
Cool heroes.
On time bad-guy fighting people.
Mystifying secrets.
Instrumental weapons.
Colorful suits.
Heroic personalities.
Extraordinary powers.
Readily on guard.
Overseeing eyes.
Extreme risks and dares.
Super good heroes.
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