Share the LOVE!


For the Share the Love hop, we’re doing things a little differently this year. Instead of telling you why you should love us, we’re telling you who else you should love with a little book pimping of our own! So, check out my selections below and share the love for your favorite authors in the comments. One lucky commenter will win a $5 gift card to StarBucks! (YUM!)

Books I’ve adored in the last few months (all links go to Amazon because I have a Kindle.)

Tempest by Julie Cross – Immersive time travel NA novel. Book one in a complete trilogy.

Never Never by Tarryn Fisher and Colleen Hoover – Ungenre-fiable novella.

Fat by Saranna DeWylde – Fantastic ‘romance while fat’. Loved Claire!

To see the other lovely blogs participating in the hop, see below.

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Welcome Phoenix Johnson!

Release Party for Once Bitten Twice Shy (Book Two of Wolf Smitten)


So you’ve read The Wolf In The Neighborhood, right? Oh, you haven’t? Well you’re in luck. It’s only 99c for the entire month! But you have been desperately waiting for Once Bitten Twice Shy, right? Well then, you’re in luck, as it’s release day! Once Bitten Twice Shy is now available at all good ebook distributors, but the best place to get it is directly from Naughty Nights Press. Not only can you get it in the format you need for your e-reader, but it also means that a third party isn’t taking hard earned money from the authors. It’s the second best way to support your favourite authors, after leaving reviews and spreading the word to friends and family. They’re tied for the absolute best way.


For those who are wondering what Once Bitten Twice Shy is about, here’s a little taste…

Blurb: In the days following their kidnapping, Krissy and Derek’s rest comes to an abrupt end with one phone call. Derek’s ex-girlfriend has just arrived from England, and she wants her man back.


Aubree is not a woman who gives up easily, and it doesn’t take long for her to play dirty. The tables are turned, however, when the wolf takes offense.


Can Derek stop his canine self from hurting his former flame?

Who is the mysterious stranger on his way to Derek’s apartment?

Will Krissy and Derek ever get to lead a normal life?



Thankful the blinds were up today, he had a good view up the street and noticed a tall

businesswoman who looked incredibly attractive. A few moments later, as she came closer, he realized it was Krissy. Without thinking, he smiled in pure delight He managed to resist the urge to wave, though, as he wanted Krissy’s appearance kept from Aubree until she was right with them.

“Ahem.” A little cough at his side announced Darla’s return, and she placed the plates on the table, along with a little pot of whipped cream. Derek noticed the look of daggers she gave Aubree as she straightened up and walked back toward the counter, only to bump into Krissy, who had just entered the small diner.

About time, I was about to send a search party, Derek joked across the link. Now that he knew they had such a connection, he planned on using it as much as he could. A sarcastic tilt of her head had him chuckle.

“What is so funny,” Aubree asked as she tucked into her slice of pie.

“Oh, just thinking,” Derek replied.

“Of what?” she demanded.

“Of me,” came Krissy’s voice from over Aubree’s shoulder. “Good morning, darling.” She beamed at Derek as he slid across to give her room next to him. They greeted each other with a tender kiss, slightly longer than necessary.

Pulling out of the kiss, the couple looked across the table at the intruder, who was fuming mad and it showed clearly on her red-suffused face.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you, honey,” Krissy contritely quipped, gently smiling at the woman who thought herself a competitor.

For the third time in only a few minutes Darla returned to the table with the coffee pot, a clean mug, and another plate of pie for Krissy. “Oh, thank you! Just what the doctor ordered.”

Derek silently applauded Krissy’s composure in the face of Aubree’s clear fury. “The pie is especially good today, sweetheart,” he told Krissy, winking at the pleasure on Darla’s face. Turning to Aubree he decided to make the introductions, however obvious and pointless they may be. “So, my dear, here is my former lover from England, Aubree. You know the one who stomped on my heart when it was in need of some comfort. Aubree, this is Krissy, the woman who is currently giving my heart all the tender loving care it needs, and then some.” Wrapping his arm around Krissy’s shoulders, he sighed with content.

Are you sure it’s wise to provoke her like this? Krissy asked, clearly unsure of Aubree’s reaction.

Sweetheart, if she tries anything, the wolf would strongly object. I’m not saying I would let him loose on the woman, but I’d let him show his teeth. Her chuckle was his reward and the animal howledagain with delight.


There is a Facebook event happening over this whole weekend to celebrate the release of Once Bitten Twice Shy. There are author take overs, giveaways and two grand prizes up for grabs. Just head on over here and join in the fun!


About the Author: Phoenix Johnson is an Australian author who has always had the passion for the written word. She had her nose in at least one book ever since she could read and would even scrutinize the back of the cereal box every morning at breakfast. It was only natural she take up writing.

Phoenix had her first novella published in Januray 2013 as well as multiple works in progress, and her favourite writing genres are the same as her reading genres; erotica, romance, paranormal, thriller and a combination of these.

She currently lives in a small rural town west of Ipswich, Queensland, with her partner, their daughter, cats named Flash and Sirius, and their red cattle dog x named Rusty.


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Resolutions – the 2015 Edition

Apparently I never posted my resolutions for 2014. I’m sure I did them, because that’s what I do. But I have no clue as to where they are so I can judge me for falling short on all of them. Because I’m sure I did.

2014 was a rough year. Really rough. I’m seriously looking forward to 2015.

I’m in rough draft phase of book one in a new series. I’m looking for a publisher for that new series. I started work on a collaboration with a friend of mine – I’m not sure what we’ll do with that when it’s finished.

So, rather than my usual 10 resolutions, I’m going with 5 this year. It feels more attainable, and attainable is a good thing.

1 – Finish and release Shenanigans.

2 – Blog regularly. More regularly. Semi-regularly at least…

3 – Finish massive rewrites on Tech Love.

4 – Rough draft book two in the Shenanigans series.

5 - Get on top of my beer blogging. I’ve got dozens of half written reviews I need to get posted.

What are you doing in the new year?

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Snarkology Halloween Hop! @MelissaSnark

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I have a Halloween confession to make…

*Whispers* I hate horror movies. Like, I don’t mind the blood and the guts and the gore, but dammit if something jumps out at me, well, that’s just uncalled for. I’m sure you can imagine how much fun I am at haunted houses.

But I do love the paranormal. Vampires, fae, shifters, oh my! As long as they’re not jumping out at me. Which is probably why I love paranormal romance so much. The only things that jump out at you, well, they’re supposed to jump out at you. ;)

So, in honor of this hallowed occassion, leave a comment below with a link to your favorite paranormal romance read. And while you’re trying to choose just one, enjoy this excerpt from my sidhe novella, Half of Me.

“What kind of medium do you mix with your paint? Anything specific?” They wandered to a metal bench facing a wooden totem in the center of the room.

“Whatever catches my eye? I pick up random things I find. I do like to use natural items – feathers, beehives, bark. However, I tuck a page from a book into each piece I make. It’s my signature. Rather than sign my name, I make a paper flower from a book page.” The cold metal bench only highlighted the inches separating them, echoing the empty ache in his stomach.

“And you finished three paintings last night.” Drake cocked an eyebrow. He could feel her need lingering in her. Three paintings was a feat, but not enough to satiate her.

“Three smaller pieces, but yeah, I finished three paintings last night. It was crazy. How many people know what you are?”

He paused. “You.” The gravity of her question weighed on him and he wondered exactly how much she knew.

“Only me?”

“Only you. People don’t believe in anything anymore. The paranormal is something they read in books. They would rather think their success lies on their shoulders alone.” He shrugged, tipping his head to the side.

“But you’re leaving Iron Vengeance?”

“I think Iron Vengeance is leaving me. Let’s just say Minneapolis has a certain appeal for me.” Drake found himself leaning in as he spoke, completely invading Penny’s personal space. “There’s something I think we’ve forgotten.”

“Yeah?” Her words fluttered against his lips. He breathed her in and closed the gap, sealing her lips with his own. The effect was immediate. His dick went rock hard and his brain short-circuited. His only thought of how he had to have her right that minute, cold metal bench be damned.

His hands threaded into her hair, like silk through his fingers. He clutched her to him, soaking up everything that was uniquely her. His hips rocked against her, a strangled moan escaped his lips. One hand trailed down her back, gripped her hip and crushed her against him.

Penny gasped into his mouth, tongue sliding against his. Her fingers scrabbled at his shoulders, pulling him closer and pushing him away all at once.


If you enjoyed the snippet of Half of Me, the rest of the story can be found in Bound by Blood, a set of paranormal novellas here.

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Playing Favorites with L.M. Brown

Playing Favourites

TouchOfAGhost_200x300 (2)I know, as an author, picking a favourite character can be as hard as picking a favourite out of your own children. However, I do have a soft spot for Benji, the ghostly half of the couple in my Halloween story, Touch of a Ghost.

Dying at just nineteen years of age, Benji had his whole life ahead of him when a tragic accident robbed him of his future. Many people would be bitter about this, but Benji is an eternal optimist and a very determined spook.

Benji haunts the block of flats where he had lived with his mother since a child. With only the two of them to watch out for each other Benji knew how hard it would hit his mother when he died. She had already lost his father during the war and for more than a decade it had been the two of them against the rest of the world. Instead of leaving his mother on her own to grieve for him Benji decided to stick around as a ghost rather than moving on.

Flora, Benji’s mother isn’t psychic, and until her own death she wasn’t able to communicate with her son, but I like to think she sensed his presence there with her when she needed him most.

After Flora’s death the two of them continued to haunt the building, watching out for the other tenants, those they knew in life and those who moved in later.

Benji’s love for his mother is just one of the qualities that makes him one of my favourites. The fact that Touch of a Ghost was also my first published story cements his place at the top of my list of favourite characters. Although the story has been re-edited with a few minor revisions for its second incarnation, I am happy to say that as a character Benji has remained the same as he ever was. I hope you enjoy meeting him.


Drew Jessop wants a life without ghosts. He doesn’t want to see, hear, or talk to them.

Ignoring them should be relatively simple. But Drew soon finds that Benji Richards, an eternally gorgeous ghost from the fifties, is not so easy to ignore.

Halloween night is approaching and both Drew and Benji know what it could mean for them. From sunset to sunrise, it is the one night of the year when a mortal can feel the touch of a ghost.


Drew leaned forward and put his empty bottle on the table. The match had finished and the commentators were recapping the highlights, so Drew reached for the remote control.

“Well, thank you for having us.” Flora stood up and stretched, as though her joints were still giving her grief as they had apparently done in life.

Drew turned off the television and picked up the crisp packet together with the nearly empty bowl. He tossed the last few crisps into his mouth as he stood up and walked into the kitchen. He left the beer bottles on the table as he contemplated whether to have another. Remembering he had an early start in the morning, he decided against drinking too much. He had a feeling Flora might have an opinion on alcohol intake too. However, when he turned back toward the living area, Flora had vanished.

Benji, on the other hand, still lingered. He remained on the sofa, his arm stretched along the back and his chin resting on it as he stared at Drew directly.

“You’re very rude, you know?” Benji commented idly. “Not saying a single word to us all evening like that. You could at least have said hello.”

Drew ignored him as he turned off the lights.

“I know you can see us. Your eyes give you away.”

Drew suspected Benji might be guessing, but if he said a single word in response that guess would be confirmed. He had to keep quiet. That way he could still maintain a normal life.

“Not going to admit it, huh?” Benji said. “Well, I’ll stop by again tomorrow. Maybe you’ll be more talkative then. If you are, I might just tell you how I know you’re gay, if you ask nicely.” With that comment, Benji flashed Drew one final killer smile and vanished from the room.

Drew reacted to Benji the same way he would any other handsome man. His mind may tell him Benji was off limits, but his body thought otherwise. Drew wondered whether he could keep up the pretense of not seeing and hearing the ghosts who were as real to him as the rest of the human race. If this evening was anything to go by, it might not be as easy as he thought.

If you’d like to buy Touch of a Ghost, click here.



L.M. Brown lives in England, in a quaint little village time doesn’t seem to have touched. No, wait a minute—that’s the retirement biography. Right now, she is in England in a medium sized town no one has ever heard of, so she won’t bore you with the details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes they weren’t all inside her head.

L.M. believes there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

L.M. Brown loves hearing from readers so don’t be shy.

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Mixin’ It Up!

Welcome to the Mixin’ It Up Blog Hop!

Since the theme of the hop is cooking/baking/mixing, I thought I’d share a recipe with you. The heroine of my first Fawn Lake book – Delilah Steele – loves to bake away the stress. I know she would love to win the KitchenAid mixer we’re giving away with this hop!

So, from Delilah’s own kitchen:

Ethel’s Sugar Cookies

¾ C shortening – can be part butter

1 C sugar

2 eggs

½ t vanilla extract

2 ½ C flour

1 t baking powder

1 t salt

Preheat oven to 400. Mix ingredients together and chill 1 hour. Roll to 1/8 inch, cut out with whatever cookie cutters you have handy. If you don’t have cookie cutters, get creative, jars, tupperware, cups and so much more will work in a pinch. Bake on an ungreased cookie sheet 6-8 minutes.

delilah cover large“After the kitchen was cleaned, Delilah pulled her dough from the

fridge and rolled it out on the table. She pulled her cookie cutters

from the bin on top of the fridge and set to work, cutting out

pumpkins, cats, bats and leaves. She even cut out a few ghosts by


Delilah Steele, pg 118, Delilah’s Passion

If you’d like to read more of Delilah, you can get Delilah’s Passion here.

Leave a comment below (with your email address so I can contact you!) to be entered to win a copy of ‘Delilah’s Passion for Cooking’. Recipes from Delilah’s Kitchen. Use the Rafflecopter below to be entered in a drawing for a KitchenAid mixer or a $100 gift certificate. Be sure to follow the Linky to the next stop on the hop!


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Techniques for beating writer’s block

I am so excited to have the most excellent Miss Angelica Dawson with me here today. She’s a fellow Naughty Nights Press author. If you like what you read below, you can find more of her at Naughty Nights Press.


I have just come out of a very long writing slump. After going into a death spiral, I finally got my feet under me and wanted to jump back into writing. But I have the same problem almost every writer faces at one point or another. “What do I write about?” This is true of blog posts as well, and part of the reason I’m here.

I have been given a few prompts that are great for getting those first words on the page. The first, I bought at our local gaming store.

Rory’s Story Cubes are fantastic for building a plot or writing a flash piece. Each die has six sides and there are nine dice in a box. That’s 56 different images to spark ideas. They can be used in a multitude of ways. Writing a new short piece, you can roll a die every time you need a new direction. If you’re trying to start a new plot line, you can roll all nine and piece them together into three-act structure. The pictures can be interpreted in a myriad of ways. For instance, the axe could be a literal axe, it could represent someone getting fired, it could stand in place of another weapon. Perhaps it’s a craft or trade. I have run into trouble where my pictures ran together and laid things out a little too simplistically, but for a jumping off point, they rock!

Another great source is photos. Everyone has done this, seen something in the paper, a magazine, on TV and had it trigger an idea. However, when you get really blocked, you’ll look at a picture with the intention of writing and have absolutely nothing come to mind. I get that, especially when my source (mine is We Heart It) has hundreds of the same picture. All girls with long hair posing for the camera. The great part about the internet is the ability to search. So go for something different. Try a new site, or use a new search term/tag. For instance, when I scan the new photos, I’ll see something that catches my eye, out of the ordinary, like a senior couple. Bingo. I can search for seniors or grey hair or whatever. The story may not actually be about the couple. I might land on a picture of a man and his dog in the end, but it puts me in a new headspace. has their word of the day. This word isn’t always one you would like to use currently, or maybe it just seems a bit to pretentious. Well, there’s a thesaurus there as well! Find a word that does suit, or use that word in a search engine and see what hits you get.

The big thing I’ve discovered and has really helped me get my fingers back on my keyboard was this. Write a little every day. It doesn’t have to be for a WIP, it doesn’t have to be something that anyone else will ever read. You never have to look at those words again if you don’t want to (but I DO recommend saving them in case you change your mind!), just get the words and ideas moving. After several small pieces, you might find you have a few themes that are perfect for a new novel. Or you might discover the character that would be a perfect addition to a WIP. Today, my goal is 10 minutes of writing. That was what I promised myself when I came out of When Words Collide this year. You know what? I haven’t written less than twenty minutes any day since the first week and am now clocking over 1000 words a day. If you’re struggling and not finding prompts for yourself, feel free to email me for some suggestions.

Now, stop reading. Go find yourself a prompt and get at it. Share some of what you come up with in the comments. I’d love to know it’s working for someone else too!

Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House and it’s prequels, available from Naughty Nights Press.

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How to Order a Craft Beer

Frosty MugStep one: Belly up to the bar and order. Alternately, find your lovely server and order. Either way, you get tasty, delicious beer. Probably.

In all seriousness, though, enjoying beer is an art form. And like all art forms, there are rules, most of which can be broken if that’s what suits you. So, a few things to keep in mind.

  1. The craft beer revolution is still relatively new to the restaurant scene. Not every bar or restaurant understands the fine art of beer drinking. This means, they won’t all have a beer list, they will think Blue Moon is craft beer and when you ask for a Fulton Lonely Blonde, they’ll blink at you adorably.
  2. You have the right to send a beer back. It does not make you picky. It makes you a good beer drinker. Bubbles sticking to your cup? It’s dirty. Send it back. Beer came in a frosted glass? It’s killing the flavor. Send it back.
  3. For Pete’s sake, ask if they do samples or flights. You don’t always have to commit to 16 or 20 ounces of a mystery beer.
  4. Use a glass, for God’s sake, man, use a glass. Beer glasses are literally designed to enhance the beer drinking experience. They create the proper amount of head – when the beer is poured properly - release the lovely, delicious aroma of the beer, and, you just look cooler with a pilsner glass in your hand.
  5. Check out this post I wrote on ‘Craft Beer for Noobs‘ for more beer tips.


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Free Ebook Today – An Erotic Wonder Woman Type Story

Liz Adams has released an erotic ebook with a Wonder Woman type of heroine, so many call Ariel’s Dangerous Liaisons an erotic version of Wonder Woman. Today, the novella is free! The last day it’s free is June 28, 2104. To get your copy, go to and download it from Amazon.

Excerpt of Ariel’s Dangerous Liaisons:


WWCover02-200x300I turned to Danny and Sergei expecting their full attention on me, the pretty foreigner. Instead, they spoke to each other in Russian. I eavesdropped.

Sergei blew out a puff of smoke and spoke softly to Danny who was nursing both a beer and a cigarette. “When we first enter the store, you’ve got to be confident. Always point your gun at the cashier’s face. Scare him. Otherwise, he’ll never hand over the cash.”

Danny motioned with subtle jerks of his head at me.

“Don’t worry.” Sergei leaned back in his chair and peered at me. “The American idiot doesn’t understand a word we’re saying.”

I pasted on a goofy grin and spoke in English doing what I could to sound like an airhead. “What are you guys talking about?”

Sergei dismissed any worry with a wave of his hand. “Is nothing. Just business. Is boring.”

Danny finished his cigarette and peeled the label off his beer bottle. In Russian, he continued his conversation with Sergei. “How much time will we have to escape?”

“From the time we leave the store, the cashier will probably call the police. That will give us at least seven minutes to get to Pasha’s truck and escape. Plenty of time.”

“I’d still feel better if Pasha knew what we were really doing.”

“Trust me. The less he knows, the better.” Sergei rolled up his sleeves. I sucked in a breath. A tattoo of a sickle cutting two arrows, the same symbol that had been branded on my father’s forehead, peeked out. “Pasha’s the kind of guy who won’t do anything against the law. Even if it’s in his best interest.”

Danny nodded. I examined Danny’s skin, and there it was, just above his wrist, the same tattoo. A shard of ice sliced down my spine. I shivered.

A voice said, “What is it I miss?”

Shit. It was Pasha holding a large bottle of vodka. If he gave away that I spoke and understood Russian, his “friends” might be compelled to silence us.

I grabbed Danny’s hand and placed my other hand on his wrist. “So Danny, you said you met Pasha at a restaurant?”

“Yes.” Since he wasn’t exactly the alpha male of this crew, I knew he was the easiest guy to innocently interrogate.

“Which restaurant is it?” I flashed a flirtatious smile at him.

“Tkemali at Vladimirskaya.”

“Hey, Danny!” Sergei nudged his friend’s shoulder and spoke in English. “I think she like you.”

I ignored him and batted my eyelashes at Danny. “If you go to the restaurant so often, you must work there. Are you a waiter or a chef?”


There it was. The change in pulse, the eyes shifting away, but most important was the slight biting of his lip. I knew he was lying. His lip bite was the tell. I had successfully set the baseline for determining when he was lying and when he was telling the truth.

“Did you also meet Sergei at the restaurant?” I asked.

“Yes.” No shifting of the eyes or biting of the lip.

The truth.

“Do you like Sergei?”

“Of course. He is my friend.” His eyes shifted right, then left, the lip bite.

A lie.

I had to stay in character. “Do you like me?”

He blushed. Pasha and Sergei laughed.

I squeezed Danny’s hand. “You like me, don’t you, Danny?”

“Yes.” His pulse quickened, his eyes shifted away, but he didn’t bite his lip.

The truth.

“I like you, too. I think you’re sexy.”

The other guys whooped and howled.

“Does your boss pay you well?”


The truth.

Pasha said in Russian to Sergei, “Women. They always want rich men.”

Danny laughed.

I squeezed Danny’s hand again to keep his focus on me. “Is your boss a nice man?”


A lie.

“Is he a powerful man?”

“Very powerful.”

The truth. I may have figured out where the man who had my father tortured could be found.

“Does your boss run a lot of dangerous operations?”

“What?” Danny scowled.

Sergei scrutinized me. Shit.

I smiled. “If you’re the kind of guy who does some dangerous things, I have this weakness. I always want to have sex with brave guys who do dangerous things.”

“I do a lot of dangerous things.” Danny told the truth.

“So do I,” Sergei chimed in and smirked.

“Okay, okay.” Pasha separated my hands from Danny’s “Is enough.”

I overdramatized a pout, then winked at Danny. He smiled.



About Liz Adams:


Liz-Adams-Bright-Smile-200x300Liz Adams, author of the bestselling erotic fairy tale Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land, lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, CA. Her short story Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood, an erotic version of Red Riding Hood, is a bestseller and winner of Goodreads’ Book of the Month for October 2012. Liz studied music and creative writing in college before making writing her career. In her spare time she cuddles with her lover on the couch to watch her favorite shows and often they work together doing research for her books. Feel free to contact Liz through Facebook at


Liz Adams is a huntress. She snares you with words and holds you down, refusing to let you go even after you’ve finished reading. Each sentence reads as if it were meant to be there; each word so precisely delivered that you soon stop reading and start envisioning the story she delectably unfolds before your eyes.


–May McQueen



Where to find Ariel’s Dangerous Liaisons: The Erotic Wonders of a Super Heroic Woman


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