Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Alien Indiscretions


I'm not exaggerating in the least when I say this book had me freaking out from page one. Okay, not the normal prologue, page one. Everyone knows that's for the newbies.

No, the gut punch of a prelude. We find out some major news that set some catastrophic sh%# in motion. If you follow Tracy St. John, you know she's been teasing us with ominous claims that everything in Kalquor was going to be changing come Book 9. All we hapless fans could do was speculate.

There will be no spoilers here, but Oh. My. GOD. The huge subplot of this book rocked the foundation of my favorite make believe world. The goings on had me biting my nails and turning pages--when I wasn't rereading some select dirty scenes.

Fans of Kalquor are going to be freaking the f#@% out. I know I am. This book gave me a bit of a book hangover.

I feel like I've been waiting for Cissy and Clan Diltan's story forever. Alien Indiscretions blew me away. It was well worth the wait and exceeded my expectations. Tracy St. John seamlessly blends the weightier undertones of the subplot with the light, gloriously sexy main story.

Cissy is all that we could ask for in a fabulously naughty heroine, with a big heart. Like most all Tracy St. John's heroines, Cissy is not only relatable but the kind of person I'd want to hang out with. She takes one look at sexy, dynamic Diltan and wants nothing to do with the man she knows must be an arrogant prig. How can he not be?

Now for Clan Diltan...Diltan is the naughty councilman we met in Alien Interludes, An Improper Proposal. Since that story Diltan has been on the straight and narrow. When Cissy and Tasha land on Kalquor, he actually has no plans in pursuing either sister. He's had quite enough of the Imperial Fam, thank you very much.

Then his clan is unexpectedly matched up with Tasha, the seemingly prim and proper sister. On paper she is the perfect Matara for Clan Diltan. His Imdiko, Wal, is a high ranking judge and his Nobek, Rolat runs the correctional facilities of Kalquor.

Clans in Kalquor have limited opportunities to claim a Matara. Women are limited, and you can't even date one unless you've come up in the lottery. He owes it to his clan to at least try dating Tasha.

But when Diltan, Wal, and Rolat show up for the date all they can see is Cissy. Every wet and glistening inch of her delectable body. Wal and Rolat are very vocal in their preference for Cissy. They know which sister they want as their Matara, and they are willing to play dirty to get her. Diltan is a little more reluctant to accept his attraction to the unsuitable, wild sister, but damned if he was going to let her date young unsuitable clans when she should be theirs.

The Diltan/Cissy clash is yummy to read, and makes it all the more satisfying when they finally admit they love each other. The chemistry between Cissy and all three men is electric. I adore Wal and Rolat. They tempered Diltan's self importance and helped not only the reader see Diltan as a loveable character, but Cissy too. 

The story blew me away, and the sex...

Oh yeeeeaaahhh

Tracy St. John did it again. The sex scenes are plentiful, and so damned hot. If you're not biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together in arousal while reading these love scenes, you need to check your pulse. Or consult a doctor.



Though most of the Kalquor series could be read as standalones, I'm going to go out on a limb and say this one might not have as much of an emotional impact for readers not familiar with the other books in the series. 

If you haven't read this book, strap in. It's quite the ride!

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Friday, March 27, 2015

#SatSpanks-Silky Button Up Blouses

Welcome to Saturday Spankings!! My new erotic spanking romance, Mimi Mine is out. I'm sharing a little something from that, today. Mason has been carrying a torch for Mimi for a pretty long time, but one thing or another has prevented him from getting the girl. Luckily he's done holding back, and now he's not letting anything stand in his way.

Snippet:

“Hiring you was the smartest or most foolish thing I've ever done. Every day you came into work wearing your prim little business clothes. These tight long skirts that hide as much as they show off, and these silky button up blouses.” He reached over and flicked the top button of the shirt she was wearing, and she batted his hand away. He just took her hand and kissed her fingers.

She felt the brush of his lips tingle all the way up her arm, and rather than pull away she let him go on holding her, it felt too good, too right to pull away.
          “There have been hours, upon days, upon weeks I've fantasized about unbuttoning your silky blouses, angel. You were close enough to touch but I had to keep my hands to myself.”





Mason Coleman hasn’t been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multi-million dollar business, but has nothing to show for his personal life.

He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he thought he knew about women.

Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.

When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.  

*Author's Note: Mimi Mine is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Soundtrack of My Story

There is song that fits every occasion. I believe that strongly. When I was younger I adored music and I always gloried at how a movie could set a mood with just a few strains of a song.

It's playing in your head right now. I know it. 


As I grew older I built soundtracks for my life. Break ups, make ups, special occasions? I had the perfect "playlist" (mix tapes) to commemorate the moment.


The angst of my teen years began with Le Miserables, Metallica, and Green Day--it was a confusing time. Then I moved onto chick rocking Poe, Alanis Morissette, and Sarah McLachlan. At some point my hormonal rage took a swift turn to punk rock, like NOFX, angsty Tool, and classic rock, like the Doors. By nineteen I was obsessed with the blues. I went to all the BB King shows I could, and was in love with Kenny Wayne Shepherd and Jonny Lang.

Camping out and going to concerts was a weekly thing. I valiantly tried not to date a guy just because he played the guitar. 

Listening to a song I played often can take me right back to that time in my life.

Now I tend to make playlists for what I'm writing that turn into that book's soundtrack. I'm sure if you listen to the music while reading my stories you can feel the songs in the rhythm of the written words.

Or maybe that's just nauseatingly poetic thinking on my part. Let's go with it. We've come this far.

With Chasing Delia I listened to a lot of country music mainly Carrie Underwood, Zac Brown, and Luke Bryan. This was very upsetting for my husband who hated the genre. I'd never cared for country music before this. He said he didn't know me anymore, with a very manly pout, and was stone faced about my new music preference for weeks.

Sans the wild hair, this is how he looked when he said it.

By the time I was writing Taming Kat he'd come to an understanding with my new music choice, if not embraced it. For that book I listened to a lot of Blake Shelton, Trace Adkins, and Miranda Lambert. Country in general was almost always playing in the background.

For Mimi Mine things switched gears. A mix of Jack Savoretti, Hozier, George Ezra, and Maroon 5 played at almost all times while I wrote that book. I think listening to Jack Savoretti's Take Me Home album is like getting a glimpse into Mason's soul. The emotion is just fantastic. When I first heard Crazy Fool, I thought, "Holy shit. This song is Mason. This song is my book."



There is so much fun, love, and sexy in this book, but there is also a lot of emotion. I hope readers will be able to feel that when they read this one.

Excerpt:

I'm yours, she'd said...what a heady statement.
He wondered if she had any idea how her words affected him. How irrational they made him. Like they gave him the right to wrap her up and keep her forever. They may have just been words in the heat of the moment. He doubted she'd be so willing to make the same claim when all their clothes were on.
The only way to keep her was to make her want to stay with him. For now he needed to make up for his rough treatment of her. Not because she hadn't loved it. He knew she had. That didn't stop him from feeling guilty. He needed her to feel how much he loved her. To know she was cherished.
Starting at her ankle he kissed up one silky leg then the other. Working his way up her stomach. He worshiped at her breasts before moving down her arms. He kissed, nibbled, and bit as moans hummed from her throat. Only then did he move on to gently lap at her honeyed core until she tore at his hair, her thighs quivering against his hands, her liquid heat spilling over his tongue and fingers.  
Let me love you, his body cried with every kiss. Every touch. Every mingled breath as his mouth hovered over hers. Let me love you.
This time when he covered her, he slid in slowly and savored the way her sweet her body gripped him. How she arched as her breath hitched in her throat. The way her toes curled into his calves and thighs each time he pushed into her glorious heat. The way his name fell from her parted lips as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders.
His own orgasm snuck up on him, pouring out of him as shudders wracked his body. He felt like he'd lost a chunk of his soul in that orgasm. Maybe he had. He still felt scared he was going to lose Mimi.
As if knowing he needed it, Mimi's limbs twined around him. Holding him tight.
Neither of them spoke or broke apart as he eased them to their sides, afraid he was crushing her. His heart beat mine as they lay wrapped in each others embrace until sleep swept them under.


Mason Coleman hasn’t been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multi-million dollar business, but has nothing to show for his personal life.
He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he thought he knew about women.
Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.
When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.
*Author's Note: Mimi Mine is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Guest Spot: Morganna Williams with His Girl, His Rules



I'm excited to have Morganna Williams here today, sharing a little something from her new, extremely hot book!
Thank you for having me today Aubrey! I’m really excited to share an excerpt from my new book His Girl, His Rules. In this scene Glory is about to receive her first punishment from Gabriel.
Excerpt:
Gabriel bit back a laugh at the startled expression in her hazel eyes when she found herself back in his arms.
“Good girl,” he told her with a grin as he steered her toward the living room with the arm he had wrapped around her waist. “It’s always best to face a punishment immediately. I’m proud of you, sweetness.”
“Wait… what? I wasn’t… I mean, I…” Glory stammered as if she wasn’t quite sure how she found herself standing between his legs as he sat down in the center of her cream-colored sofa.
“What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” Gabriel asked her sternly, his eyes pinning her in place.
Her face filled with color. “I just couldn’t stay and…”
“You didn’t want to answer my questions.” Once again he finished for her.
She looked down. “No, sir.”
“Eyes on me, Glory,” he barked. Her wide eyes sprang back up to his and her chin began to quiver quite enchantingly. “You knew I expected you to be waiting in my office when I got back.”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, her shoulders rounding dejectedly.
“You were naughty, weren’t you?” he asked her, watching her responses closely.
Eyes dilated, Glory gave a shudder before swallowing visibly and answering, “Yes, sir.”
There it was: the delicious response of a submissive who knew she’d earned a punishment she both feared and craved.
“What happens to naughty little girls?” Gabriel asked her, continuing to hold her gaze.
She shuddered again, letting her breath out in a little gasp, before she squeaked her answer, “They get spanked.”
“That’s right, naughty little girls get spanked on their bare bottoms,” he told her as he took her arm firmly and pulled her down over his lap.
“Wait! No! You can’t!” Glory came back to life, struggling to roll off his lap, but Gabriel held her easily in place.
“Be still!” he said, delivering two crisp swats to her flannel-covered bottom.
“Oh!” she cried out as she jerked in response to the swift spanks.
“Why are you here?” Gabriel asked firmly. “Why are you over my lap about to get your bare bottom spanked?”
“Stop saying that out loud!” she yelled, beginning to twist her body a little frantically.
Again he held her easily in place, marveling at the deep red color filling her face and neck as she looked up at him over her shoulder in a panic. Shaking his head with a sigh, he pulled the hem of her gown up to reveal her naked backside.
“Obviously I need to help you focus on the issue at hand,” he told her resolutely as he lifted his hand high and brought it back down hard on her white bottom. It bounced delightfully beneath his hand as he delivered swat after swat to her wriggling posterior.
“Oww! Ohh! Please! I’m sorry, sir!”
Raining his hand down hard and fast, Gabriel paid special attention to the under curve of her generous bottom as he delivered five swats to each sit spot. Then he stopped and stroked his hand over the area he’d just spanked.
“What are you sorry for, young lady?”




Blurb:
Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.
Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but most from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished…inside and out.
Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



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