Chloe Waits~ Erotic Romance Writer

Fall Blog Tour

2010-09-10T00:01:00.003-04:00

Yup, it's that time again!

I am the last stop on the Fall Blog Tour, you should be coming from our lovely vixen Valerie Mann's page.

A slight crisp in the air, making us want to borrow into a nice, strong set of manly arms to keep that gentle bite of cold out.

Or, how about a few sets of manly arms? We are giving books away as exciting prizes to keep out that chill.

"Winner's Choice" is an exciting option.Maybe you dream of being a member of the Mile High Club? Or is a hot western man, or a vampire your type; one you are Bound by Rebellion to Breed True to? Should we Double Dare you to this Flesh for Fantasy? I am sure it stirs a Blood Fever to picture being in romantic Crape Myrtle. You won't be a Lonely Soul if you are Holding on to Heaven!

(I am so glad I cannot hear the groans about my word play from my computer, lol) My point is, we have books to give away for each genre and taste to keep you truly satisfied this Autumn.

Be sure to comment on every blog to be entered to win. Here's a list of the blogs in order, plus the books up for grabs.

Christa Paige
Bound By Rebellion
Keta Diablo
Holding On To Heaven
Gem Sivad
Breed True
Mary Quast
Lonely Soul
Dawne Prochilo
Crape Myrtle
Jeanne St James
Double Dare
Savanna Kougar
Winners Choice of Savanna's backlist
Sara Brookes
Blood Fever: Rebirth Book 2
Valerie Mann
Mile High Club and a $5 Amazon gift card
Chloe Waits
Flesh For Fantasy

Hot and Steamy Days and Nights

2010-06-18T00:00:00.002-04:00

Welcome!

You should have just visited the inimitable Jeanne St James if you've landed here.

Thinking of Hot and Steamy Days and Nights, I was working on a little scene inspired by it----

Trina's day couldn't have gotten worse if she tried. Standing in the window in her skivvies for the neighborhood busybodies to see was the height of embarrassment. That circumstance immobilized her in this ignoble position made it even worse. Sweat trickled between her breasts, making the thin material of her undershirt adhere to her moist flesh, as her wrist smarted unbearably.

At 100 degrees, Trina couldn’t stand being fully clothed in her apartment. Her air conditioner had picked a hell of a time to stop working. And she had picked a hell of a time to start fiddling with the old window in the living room half sealed with paint, hoping for a scant breeze to flutter through. Yanking the stiff pane, she’d been so excited as the offending item finally gave way, which quickly turned to panic as it started crashing down. On her wrist.

She flexed it gingerly. Nothing appeared to be broken at least.

She’d been signaling to the elderly gentleman across the street her distress, until his furious wife closed their drapes. Her scandalized neighbors probably believed she stood there to give a free show. In truth, Trina stood utterly trapped and helpless.

SO....ripe with many possibilities, should Trina be rescued by :

A. A Roving Team of Hunky Firemen?

B. A Sexy Alien on a mission here to save his dying race?

C. Her Hot Ex who lives next door?

D. A Bad Ass cop?

Please let me know how you would like this scene finished!

These Firemen do housework too!

Next stop is the lovely and wild Savanna Kougar

Don't forget, you need to leave a comment on EVERY blog for a chance to win... Enjoy the tour and have a GREAT summer!

Guest Author Kayelle Allen Interview and new release

2010-06-15T14:46:00.004-04:00

One of my friends and fellow authors at RWBB blog has an exciting new release

For Women Only from Loose Id out today. She dropped by my blog to share a peek at her release and tell us more about what makes her tick!

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**Warning: this book contains smokin' hot sex, humor, and angst. This combination has been proven to be addictive.**
Content: Explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: kidnapping, some violence, reference to abuse, reference to off-screen male rape

For Women Only

When Kin Ambassador Mehfawni Ruh visits the capitol planet of the Tarthian Empire, she meets the human Khyff Antonello, a master of pleasure who satisfies her every craving for illicit and taboo sex. She expected a fling, but found love.
Upon discovering her own people devastated his family, she longs to restore all they destroyed, but some tragedies can never be reversed. Her family demands she cast out the human, for if she keeps Khyff, she must deny her heritage and abdicate her future as ruler of her world. Mehfawni searches for an alternative, and stumbles upon Khyff’s darkest secret. Now, she must determine whether his fragile trust is the response of love and a healing heart or a ruse for revenge.

Guest Author Interview with Kayelle Allen

Can you tell me what genres you write in, and what inspired you to write?

I’ve had the writing bug since I was a kid. My mother loved to paint and write, and she was always doing crossword puzzles. I’m sure I drove her crazy with questions about words. Once time I asked her “What’s a four letter word ending in K that means intercourse?” When she gave me her huge, wide-eyed shocked-mother stare, I grinned and said, “Talk.” LOL

I write Science Fiction Romance, Fantasy, and Contemporary. Within those genres I have written erotica, erotic romance, and glbt.

Can you tell me something your readers may not know about you, something that they would be surprised to learn? Maybe a secret skill or fact?

I grew up all over the US and in one year, attended five different schools. My parents were vagabonds at heart. In the past twenty years, I have changed addresses three times. Once, when the city renumbered streets and we hadn’t moved at all, and the other to move into the house where we lived for twelve years. Last year, hubby went back to college and to save money, we moved in with friends. We’re six months in and so far, we’re all still friends. One year to go...

What was the inspiration for your most recent, or favorite hero in your writing?

I have an uber alpha who’s rich enough to buy a planet. Luc Saint-Cyr is dominating, while at the same time has a tortured past and is isolated by circumstance. When I need inspiration or to get into the flow of how he looks, carries himself, or sounds, I watch something with actor Dennis Haysbert in it. He’s currently the Allstate spokesperson. “Are you in good hands?” *melt* I love his voice, and he could portray Luc in film with no difficulty.

What’s his best feature or characteristic? Why would readers love him too?

Luc’s inner strength and the nobility of spirit are two of his best assets. The fact that he’s 6’5”, built like a tank and yet is capable of tenderness with his lover endears him to readers. He was first introduced in At the Mercy of Her Pleasure and was the bad guy … no, good guy … er, bad guy… Let’s say every time you saw him you would be sure he was the villain, and then the next scene he would redeem himself, only to completely tick you off in the next one. Readers emailed me wanting to know when his story was coming. I hadn’t planned one at first, but he intrigued me, too. LOL Eventually, I worked out a backstory and as I did, a lot of details popped up.

I think readers like him because part of them knows he’s dangerous, but the other part wants to pet the wild animal and make it happy. He’s known as the Harbinger, and when he can’t hear them, some call him simply “the Man.” Because he was once the head of the Thieves’ Guild, those in the underworld of crime won’t say his name at all. Why? One, he protects them, and two, he scares the dickens out of them. He’s legendary. In the book At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, Luc’s adopted son is mugged, and because the young man is half human, the cops refuse to call for help at first. Later in the story, when asked if anything is being done about the cops and their dereliction of duty, Luc responds that it’s too late for that. They’d been shot and killed only an hour before. He says it was “In the line of duty, so they tell me.” The one who asked is thinking, “I’ll just bet.”

Who does your hero resemble most, if he was a movie star or someone we know, and how is most likely to be dressed in your book?

As above, Dennis Haysbert. Luc wears formal business attire or evening wear. He’s quite comfortable in a tux, and manages to look fabulous even in jeans. Put him all in black, with his dark chocolate skin, and his usual solid black contacts that cover his entire eye, and Luc is six feet five inches of solid predator.

What would be his approach to a woman? Like a pick up line or move to seduce her?

The suave and sophisticated Luc needs no pick up lines. Women (and men) made themselves available without his having to ask. Luc enjoyed both genders, but preferred Kin males. However, in his new series, Surrender (Love, Trust, and Will), he meets his forever love, the Kin Izzorah Ceeow, and the days of being a bachelor are over. Luc wants no one else. Izzorah is nicknamed Rah, which means passion in Luc’s native language. When they meet, Luc trips over his own tongue and stammers like a teenaged boy on a first date. It’s an endearing and sweet scene.

Can you describe a little bit for us a hot love scene you’ve written? Or one you’ve read recently?

How about an excerpt? This is from At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, available at Loose Id.

Setting up the scene: NarrAy Jorlan has hired professional thief Senth Antonello to steal back an heirloom confiscated by the despotic empress. In itself, the item has only sentimental value, but in it, NarrAy's parents hid a code to finishing the secret technology they were developing before they were murdered. After meeting Senth in person, NarrAy returns to her ship. But she can't get the thief's image out of her head…
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All People's Liberation Army Ship Jalane
Officers' Quarters

NarrAy brought Senth's image to mind, picturing him as he'd looked at the Ghost, minus his overbearing master and the audience of her aides.

"Mmm, hell-loh, Senth." Naked before him, she slid one hand up the front of his shirt. "Can I interest you in a sugar-cookie snack?"

He leaned forward, bending down to kiss her, his dark, curly hair a cloak around them. The hesitant brush of his lips against hers made her press up against him, capturing his kiss.

She pulled back enough to speak. "Hold me. Please, Senth, hold me. No one ever touches me. I'm so alone."

Senth drew her fully into his arms and embraced her, fitting the entire length of his body against hers. "I'll touch you anywhere you want, NarrAy. Everywhere you want." He slid his fingers through her hair, his smile revealing fangs. "Let me kiss you again."

NarrAy gripped his jacket with both hands and drew him down.

The wet heat of his mouth against hers brought a crest of pheromones.

Senth slid one hand down her body, cupped one of her breasts, and then bent to suckle her. His rough, catlike tongue against her sensitive skin triggered a line of heat straight to her core. Moisture seeped onto her thighs.

Senth inhaled. "Mmm. You smell so good." He slid his hand down the front of her body and pressed his palm against her outer lips. He slipped one finger between them. "You're wet." He lifted his hand to inhale her fragrance, then licked his finger. "Sweet." He went to his knees before her, his pale blue gaze lifting to hers. "May I taste you?"

She shook her head no, but her mouth said "yes." She leaned back against the wall of her cabin and widened her legs. "Please." NarrAy caressed his face. "Senth, I want your touch."

Antonello Brothers 1: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure (a Tarthian Empire Book)

Available at Loose Id 3/23/10 http://loose-id.com
Format: ebook in multiple formats
Genre: Erotic Science Fiction Romance, Action Adventure
Heat level: R=explicit sex
Warnings: explicit content, kidnapping and rescue, violence, reference to former abuse and male rape, pheromone-induced seduction

What are you working on now, and where can readers find you on the web?

Currently, I’m working on sequels to two different books. The first is Surrender Will, sequel to Surrender Love, and Surrender Trust. The other is Antonello Brothers 3: When I Breathe. Both are Tarthian Empire books.

Chloe’s Crazy Questions

Not content to just deliver what you may already know about these writers I have on here, I delve in DEEP to their inner most psyche and massage it, until I get a psychological profile Criminal Minds would be proud of….!

The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?

KA: Ending for good, that’s it, finis, finale, end of everything? Well, dang. It wouldn’t matter what I did, really, except to be with my family. I’d want to tell them I love them one more time.

If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?

KA: Asiago. It’s sharp, good with a lot of things, and once you’ve tasted it, you don’t forget it.

Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?

KA: Husband, ebook reader full of books, healthy food, water, and a way off the island.

Finish this sentence: Love is like….

KA: Love is like a waterfall. Sometimes there is so much you are overwhelmed, and then in dry seasons, there is barely a trickle. But it is a waterfall, and in season, the water will be back. Don’t go wandering off. Wait for it.

Finish this sentence: my stories are like….

KA: My stories are like rich dark chocolate. If you don’t like dark chocolate, then they aren’t for you. But if you like it, you’ll find these books delicious.

Favorite action figure or action hero and why?

KA: Jack Bauer from 24. He will do anything it takes, including break the law if he has to, in order to serve the greater good. He’s scary, but I would trust him to do what he says.

Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?

KA: I would like to come across as Mother Teresa, but be Mata Hari. Kind of Mata’s style, huh?

These were fun questions, Chloe!

You can find Kayelle Allen here:

Email
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Russell Crowe- Call him Bad Boy, but Don't Call him Irish!

2010-05-18T19:25:00.003-04:00

First of, yes, I have seen Robin Hood, and enjoyed it. Russell Crowe's latest film efforts is a crowd pleaser. He and Cate Blanchett light up the screen with their understated chemistry, and there are arrows flyin' galore.
I was thinking about the casting of Russell Crowe as the legendary hero, and this mischief maker is perfect!

Be careful who you point that arrow at!

Russell Crowe is THE Hollywood Bad Boy.
Case in point?

I read with much amusement about a recent radio interview when Russell got a mite steamed at being told his accent for the movie sounded 'a bit Irish'.

I believe his response was “You’ve seriously got dead ears if you think that’s an Irish accent.”

and later:

“I’m a little dumbfounded that you could possibly find any Irish in that character – that’s kind of ridiculous, but it’s your show.”

and finally refusing to answer any more questions he said some colorful things under his breath and walked out of the interview:

#$%&%!!#$%

Kicking Ass and Taking Names!

Ah, Russell Crowe has lost none of his edge! He was arrested for throwing a phone at a Mercer Hotel employee because he was enraged he could not get his call out to Australia in 2005. (They later settled out of court). A new book is coming out discussing his various misdeeds and misbehavin'. But would you really want Russell any other way? Unlike the pithy soudbites and 'take my photo on my right side' image conscious stars, this man just doesn't give a sh*t! Hypermasculine, alpha, menacing and intense, Russell Crowe is going to be exactly who he is at all times.

....and it ain't Irish!

Opinions...everyone has one

2010-05-07T21:27:00.002-04:00

In doing this blog today I am thinking of reviews and opinions about authors, because they are so diverse. One person's Tolstoy is another person's tabloid.

I was in class when I heard fellow students ripping Stephanie Meyers to shreds, stating she was "a bad writer."

I was cringing away in the corner. I am a good ten-fifteen years older than these people, and I am reading her YA (young Adult) work because I have fallen in love with the story of Edward and Bella. And I completely disagree!

Stephanie Meyers has created memorable characters, an awesome conflict, and
a deep emotional connection and chemistry between the characters.

But guess what? That's just my opinion. For every person who loves her to death-and we know there are many-there are others that hate her work.

It's purely subjective. In fact, writing is a subjective field. Some will love an author's work, and some will hate it. No matter who the author is, and how talented and widely acclaimed. I am often astounded to see pans by critics for books I've loved, and books I hold dear.

Are these people crazy? Um, not surprisingly, I have my opinion on that...!

As hard as it is for fans, it is even harder for the authors themselves.

It can be very painful as an author, yet rejection and critical opinions are part of this life. And they can be mysterious, undeserved and downright bizarre.

That aside, criticism, can also teach us something. Are there comments that keep coming up? What can you learn from them? Certainly self reflection should be a part of different opinions we receive. Criticism, when constructive, can be a very valuable tool. They help us grow.
(Note I say constructive. I am not talking about a hatchet job done by someone with an ax to grind. Don't give these opinions another thought! Lock them away in the darkest corner of your memory!)

The thing with opinions, is no one will ever agree on everything. We can't please everyone, in life, and in work. And in writing.

So of all the opinions, trust your own.

Right Stephanie?

Bunny Hop Blog Tour -Easter hottie

2010-04-02T00:01:00.008-04:00

Okay Ladies, now that you've finished fanning yourself after visiting Elise Hepner's blogspot, at my bunny hop I have perhaps a surprise, but one I think will delight you.

Take a look at my Sexy Silver haired Sex Symbol. Sure this baby's seen some miles but he is built to last! Vroom Vroom!

This little bunny here would love to be caught by this sly Silver Fox! Have you seen Avatar? This is the very talented actor, Stephen Lang, who plays bad boy Colonel Quaritch. His acting credits span the incredible width of his biceps! He is a stage actor of great acclaim with a long and varied acting career in television and film as well

This is from his play "Beyond Glory" and Chloe is beyond salivating. He is Clint Eastwood sexy. How about holding me, rather than that cigar, Stephen?

Sure, he's talented, but here, I am celebrating his other, ah, attributes. Stephen first came to my attention appearing in an old 1996 HBO series called Strangers. A rather racy series along the lines of Red Shoe Diaries, Stephen appeared in an episode, "Ceremony," playing a character called Theo. His lover makes him strip down in a mirror. Well, I truly saw Stephen's acting chops and everything else that day... the total length of his talent. God I love HBO. And full frontal male nudity.

Anyway, here he is back on my radar many years later.

This man is fifty-seven years old and incredibly smoking hot. What is it about that hot military alpha look?

In Avatar: showing scars are sexy and packing heat! And Chloe knows first hand how much

I wish they'd bring the Strangers series back, there was some great artistic merit in it. I can't find even find it to rent or buy, so you do, drop me a line. I'd love to see it, I mean him, again. He is an egg-emplary hottie of the first class!

If that got your heart pumping so will the next stop on our hop-a-long trail:

Becca Simone- www.wilderroses.blogspot.com

Thanks for visiting! ;)

Guest Tierney O'Malley ~ Crazy Questions and New Release!

2010-03-25T00:01:00.002-04:00

I am very excited that author Tierney O'Malley has stopped by my blog today to celebrate her new release, Passionate Bid! She is treating us to an excerpt, and also agreed to answer a few questions for us:

Chloe’s Crazy Questions

The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?

TO'M: I will definitely grab my laptop, open my book covers folder then stare at the gorgeous models. Okay, seriously now. I’ll spend my last hour with my children and husband. Maybe look at our past, present, and the things that we can do in the future if the world is not ending. I will tell them how our memories and dreams have kept me stronger every day.

If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?

TO'M: I want to say cheddar because it is my favorite. In fact, it’s the only kind of cheese that I like to eat. But my husband prefers Swiss cheese. So I’ll say swiss.

Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?

TO'M: Hmm…my husband is not a thing. So, I can’t add him, right? All right. Five things—a dozen pencils (sharpened), notebooks, one liter of water, a dozen apples, and a picture of my husband and kids.

Finish this sentence: Love is like….

TO'M: a plant. You have to nurture it to grow, to bloom. If neglected. It’ll wilt and eventually die.

Finish this sentence: My stories are like….

TO'M: sunshine on a cloudy. It gives you warmth and a happy feeling. ;)

Favorite action figure or action hero and why?

TO'M: Wolverine. Man, he’s got the abs and the claws. Can’t beat those. :D

Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?

TO'M: Hmm…Mata Hari was one beautiful dancer. Mother Teresa was beautiful inside and out. Was it proven that Mata Hari indeed worked as a spy? She was executed. Mother Teresa received a Nobel Peace Price. Okay, I’ll pick Mother Teresa.

Tierney O'Malley's New Release Passionate Bid Out today.

Blurb for Passionate Bid

The destiny of a man

Drop dead gorgeous veterinarian, Julian Ravenwood, has made a mistake--slept with a young virgin, Joanie Saint Claire. Forced to do the right thing, he marries her then leaves while she's still in her wedding gown.

The fate of a young woman

Joanie finds herself facing an altered life after her one night with Julian. She's left alone with a little bug who means the world to her.

The spirit of an abandoned wife

An opportunity to solve Joanie's problems comes when Julian shows up to serve her. She agrees to sign the divorce papers on one condition--he pay her one hundred thousand dollars.

The unexpected love

Julian can't believe it. His scrawny bride has grown into a seductive, attractive, and feisty woman he can't stop lusting after. And she has kept a secret that rocks his world.

Excerpt for Passionate Bid:

It was hard to explain how signing the divorce papers turned into a wonderful picnic in the woods. But whatever it was that changed things between her and Julian would end soon. What came easy would disappear in a hurry. This was momentary. Julian and she were fused together by years of regret and guilt and perhaps pity. And Sam. She should put an end to all of this. Nothing good would come out by letting Julian get too close to her.

The floorboard squeaked behind her. She didn’t turn around. She knew it was Julian. Like in the past, she always knew when he was around, even when he thought she didn’t.

“The pancake is out.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and flattened his hands on her belly.

Joanie was aware of Julian’s erection pressed intimately just above the rise of her butt. Desire quickly consumed her as he pressed hard against her. Dear God, why? After all these years, the pain and tears, she still wanted him. All of him. “She had a great time.”

“Did you have a great time?”

It was the best time of her life. One that she wouldn’t forget. “Yes. Thank you for suggesting a picnic.”

“We could do it again tomorrow and the next day. We’ll do it every day while I am here.”

While you’re here.

Julian’s hand tightened around her waist as he began to nuzzle her neck. “I love your smell.”

“Julian, why are you doing this?”

“I don’t know. All I know is I want you.”

God, she wanted to hear him say those words for years. This—with Julian—was a dream coming true. She should be happy. But what she felt right now was the opposite. “I think we need to stop this.”

“I think we should continue.”

“I’m not sure if this is wise.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with us like this. You’re my wife and I want you Joanie, badly.”

And as God as her witness, she wanted him, too. Julian’s mouth found the sensitive spot behind her ear and licked it. “Julian…please…”

“Let me love you, Joanie. Let me show you what we could have had if circumstances were totally different.”

Joanie didn’t get a chance to answer. Julian pulled the sash tying her robe and slid his hand inside to cup her breasts. The heat of his palm quickly spread around her body. Gently he massaged her breast until her nipple hardened and pushed against his palm. His mouth was hot against her skin.

Julian was breathing hard. She could feel the quick rise and fall of his chest against her back. With her good sense screaming no, she tilted her neck to the side, giving him more access to the column of her neck.

Julian removed his robe and let it drop on the floor. From behind, Julian slowly moved his hands around her to cover both of her heavy breasts. Then he started kneading them with pressure, sending delicious feelings cascading down to her warm pussy and all the way to the very tips of her toes.

“I want to touch you.” She tried to turn around but Julian stopped her.

“In time. Close your eyes, Joanie.”

“This is wicked.”

“Yes. I know.”

Buy link for Passionate Bid

About the Author

Tierney O’Malley began writing her first eBook two years ago when her youngest was in fifth grade. Her publishers are Cobblestone Press, eXtasy Books, and Red Rose Publishing. Today there are eBooks available for purchase on her list. Ms. O’Malley lives with her husband and children in Washington, and is currently working on a new novel and sets of series she recently sold.

Ms. O’Malley is always excited to hear from readers. To leave your comments, questions or suggestions, you can reach her at http://tierneyomalley.com

Guest Jeanne St James -"Banged Up Excerpt"!

2010-03-21T00:01:00.018-04:00

Guest Jeanne St James shares a hot teaser

from her book, Banged Up, today!

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts…

Buy Link

Blurb for Banged Up

Mace Walker can’t wait to get home.
Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!
Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.
Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.
Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.

Chapter One

Home.
Relief flooded over Mace Walker as he twisted the key in the lock, gave the front door a shove, and stepped over the threshold. Finally home. About time.
Time to heal.
The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light switch. Even being gone for as long as he had been, he still knew the house well enough. He made his way to the stairs and set down his bags. Those two small duffels didn’t hold much evidence of his life for the past couple of years. Just some toiletries and a few basic items of clothing.
As he straightened, the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He blinked when a young voice rang out from the top of the steps. “Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.”
What the fuck?
Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story colonial, excited after not seeing her brother for the past two years. Actually, more like one year, eleven months and fifteen days. Not that he was counting. But instead, he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint it looked like a model 23, a .40 caliber. A compact but still a decent sized gun in a very small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Damn. He’d dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies--from drug to porno rings--and had managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised while burglarizing his house? The cruel irony made him want to laugh. Instead, he did as he was instructed. With caution, he raised his hands above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway were hidden in shadows.
If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe he was the one in command. From experience, Mace knew the Glock didn’t have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid’s fingers were twitching from nervousness.
Not a good sign.
Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t been in the house. And if it had been, it would have been locked up in the gun safe.
If only he could see the boy’s face. He needed to see the eyes. Without seeing his eyes, Mace couldn’t even begin to predict what the kid would do.
“Don’t you dare move or I’ll blow your face off!” The kid’s voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like ... a girl.
Tension ran through Mace’s body as the person started down the steps. At first he could see bare toes, a slim calf, then another. His gaze flicked to the gun, before returning to the shapely naked thighs which couldn’t belong to a kid--no way. Especially not a boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman--and he couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost.
He was disappointed when an oversized T-shirt--shit, was that Marmaduke on it?--blocked his view of creamy flesh. His arms were tired, his leg throbbed painfully, and his patience was wearing thin. But he still wasn’t going to move, since he had no idea who this woman descending the stairs was. His curiosity piqued when she stepped down into the light, which highlighted her long, curly red hair and made her wide, green--glaring--eyes sparkle and snap.
A twitch shot through his lower stomach and landed in his groin. Fear or pain didn’t make him suck in his breath. It was her unrestricted breasts bobbing under the cotton shirt with each step she took. Her nipples stood out like two beacons under the worn cotton. Jesus.
He had to clear his throat twice before he could ask her, “Are you robbing this house, dressed like that?”

5 diamonds at Got Erotic Romance!

"Banged Up is an action packed, erotic adventure that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page. The sexual tension starts building as soon as Mace and Colby lay eyes on one another, and their relationship just gets hotter and hotter until their passion explodes. The dialog is fast paced and evocative, leading their relationship along at a fast pace. There’s humor, drama, tragedy, and some really hot sex. This book has something for everyone and will keep you guessing about the ending right up to the last page. I couldn’t put it away and I plan to read it again. I definitely give this book 5 Heats and recommend you read it as soon as possible."

4.5 hearts at The Romance Studio!

"Ms. Jeanne St. James has written a great book full of explicit sexuality and overloaded with suspense. There was more than one problem facing these main characters and St. James has integrated the storyline into love/hate/fear in such a way that it was impossible to put down. These two people were both full of past problems which continued to invade their presents and futures. Again, the author has presented the conflicts, as well as the sexual exploitations, in a great way.
There were other characters that made the story complete. They enhanced the plot and kept the story fast-paced and interesting. The actions, both sexual as well as the suspense-filled pursuits were fascinating. This book is definitely not for the faint of heart. I recommend that you read this book. You will enjoy it, I’m sure."

4 blue ribbons at Romance Junkies!

"Jeanne St. James has written an exceptional high action drama. From page one you will be captured by BANGED UP.The dialogue is superbly written and the plot allows you to be kept on the edge of your seat. For those seeking an action packed thriller, I highly recommend to add this title to your must read list."

4 whips at Bella's Erotic Reviews!

"Jeanne St. James writes an exciting action packed romance drawing the reader in from page one and never letting go. I was hooked from the first page of this story. I loved Colby and her fierceness and how she overcame all that was done to her and of course Mace the brooding Alpha Male was a great character to. Even with all his macho pride he still had his doubts and insecurities. The bond that formed between these two was a beautiful thing to read. Both Mace and Colby must learn to trust each other before time runs out and it is to late. Full of action and hot romance Banged Up is a page-turner that is not to be missed."

4 heart review at Night Owl Romance Book Reviews!

"Banged up is an entertaining read..."

"... an enjoyable story."

Thanks Jeanne for sharing your work with us today.

You can visit Jeanne St James:

http://www.jeannestjames.com/

Guest Jenika Snow Interview and Excerpt

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Jenika Snow came to my attention visiting a loop, when I was totally sucked in by her excerpt for The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed. She's graciously agreed to be here today to be interviewed and share more of her hot release. Thanks for being here Jenika!

Can you tell me what genres you write in, and what inspired you to write?

JS: I write erotica, although I am slowly working on a YA novel. I had always liked writing, ever since I could remember. I wrote as a child, silly little stories that probably weren’t the greatest, but they kept me busy.

It wasn’t until many years later that I started to really read romance novels. Christine Feehan was the very first paranormal romance author that I read, and because of her writing I became hooked.

Although I read a lot, I wanted to write a story but didn’t have the guts to actually go through with it. It was actually my husband that gave me that extra little nudge in the writing direction. I really do owe it to him, because without his support and encouragement to go through with it, I wouldn’t have ever written an actual story.

Can you tell me something your readers may not know about you, something that they would be surprised to learn? Maybe a secret skill or fact?

JS: I actually have OCD, which is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for anyone who isn’t familiar with it. I first started noticing something was “different” when I was about thirteen years old. I would have to do “certain” things like wash my hands a certain number of times. I didn’t know anything was wrong with me, I just thought what I did was what everyone did.

It wasn’t until I moved during my senior year of high school that it got really bad. I then saw a documentary on TV about OCD and everything seemed to click into place for me. I knew that was what I had and so I went and spoke with someone, and was diagnosed with it when I was seventeen.

I have remissions of it. I can go years without having any kind of problems, but during stressful times it will flare up. Thankfully I have been symptom free (or what is symptom free for me) for about six months now. Like I said, it comes and goes. It is a difficult disorder to have, but I have gotten through it and have supportive people in my life.

What was the inspiration for your most recent, or favorite hero in your writing?

JS: Well, my most recent hero is from The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed. His name is Aleksei and he is the king of a race of immortal vampires known as the Blood Breed.

If I wasn’t already married (let me add to the greatest man in the world…LOL) then Aleksei would have been my first choice. Not only does Aleksei have a gentle side, but he is also a warrior with immense strength and power. He is truly an alpha, and well, physically I think that speaks for itself. He is loyal to anyone that is lucky enough to call a friend.

Bring all of that together and you have one hell of a man.

What was the inspiration for your most recent, or favorite hero in your writing?

JS: Well, my most recent hero is from The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed. His name is Aleksei and he is the king of a race of immortal vampires known as the Blood Breed.

Bring all of that together and you have one hell of a man.

What’s his best feature or characteristic? Why would readers love him too?

JS: What wouldn’t a reader love about him…hahaha. Really though, I have to say the feature on him that is the most striking would have to be his black hair and striking blue eyes. Top that with his wicked sword tattoo on his back and you have one hell of a…package!!

Who does your hero resemble most, if he was a movie star or someone we know, and how is most likely to be dressed in your book?

JS: I would have to say when I created Aleksei I had Jonathan Rhys Meyers (from Showtime’s The Tudors) pictured. Add his devilish good looks with a rockin’ body and bingo…you have Aleksei.

Aleksei is most likely to be dressed in loose fitting jeans and a simple tee. He is pretty easy going and not so much high maintenance.

What would be his approach to a woman? Like a pick up line or move to seduce her?

JS: Aleksei would have no pick up line. All he would have to do was drop his eyes to half mast, and give a little tilt of his lips and the girls would dropping their panties.

Can you describe a little bit for us a hot love scene you’ve written? Or one you’ve read recently?

JS: Actually, I have a free read available on my website. Below is a little sample.

I closed my eyes and moaned as he ran his finger along the edge of my breast, just teasing—always teasing. His hands smoothed down my ribs before moving to my hips and pulling me down the bed. I spread my legs to accommodate his big body, his erection pressing against my clit and causing me to gasp. It was hot and hard, and I wanted it inside of me so badly.
“Do you want me here?”

He ran his finger down my slit to rest at the entrance of my core, his finger dipping in and gathering my moisture before moving his finger up. He circled my clit, stiffening it up more and causing me to bite my lip in pleasure. “I want you everywhere.”

What are you working on now, and where can readers find you on the web?

JS: I am currently working on the second story in the Blood Breed series. The working title is Blood Rush and it is Adrik and Kayla’s story. I introduced the Lyken’s in the first story, but in the second one I will really be delving into their world more. There are a lot of twists and turns that will be happening and I hope it raises some eyebrows. Readers can find me at http://www.JenikaSnow.com

Blurb: Aleksei is feared by all who cross paths with him. He is the great ruler of a race of immortal vampires known as the Blood Breed. Setting eyes on Lana for the first time sets off unquenchable desires that Aleksei has never experienced in his existence. One night out leads to a destiny that will forever change Lana's life. It was an immediate attraction to Aleskei, feelings so strong they left her body on fire, so intense she didn’t know if it was real. When an age old prophecy brings Lana and Aleksei together, nothing can stop the unbreakable bond that weaves itself into their lives, and when an unseen predator threatens to take away Lana, Aleksei will stop at nothing to destroy all who stand in his way from making Lana his.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Take them off of me.” Her eyes grew wide at the growl that came out of him. He gripped the top of her panties and ripped them clean off of her, tossing the fabric to the ground. She would be lying if she said his aggressiveness didn’t turn her on.

“You smell so fucking delicious. I can’t stand it.”

His voice became deeper, and before she realized what he was doing, he was between her thighs with his hands holding them open. His breath brushed across her exposed folds, and she let her thighs open wider of their own accord. The hot touch of his tongue along her engorged clit caused her to throw her head back and moan. It felt so good, so much better than when she touched herself. He ran his tongue in a circular motion, sucking her clit into the hot depths of his mouth before running over it again. He nibbled and teased her labia, twirling his tongue along the opening of her pussy and running it back up to torment her clit. She had her legs as wide as they would go, but even that didn’t feel wide enough. His tongue continued its exploration of her clit as one of his fingers ran in a slow motion around her pussy hole. She wanted, no, needed him to plunge it inside, to end the exquisite torture he was giving her. It was never ending, the pleasure he brought to her body with just a flick of his tongue and a tease of his finger.

He left no part of her untouched, swiping his tongue over her lips, around her center, and making his way back up to her clit. Moans and groans came from his mouth, vibrating off her clit and causing her orgasm to come closer to the surface. His hands had a tight clasp on her thighs, his big body wedged between them. He lifted one of her legs over the back the couch, opening her up even further to his wicked tongue. He continued to suck at her clit, and the tight coil of her climax moved through her body. Her sex blossomed like a dam opening up and getting ready to spill forth. Her wetness flowed out of her core from the tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through her.

“Oh, yes. I think I’m going to come.” She had climaxed plenty of times by herself but had never felt the feeling that washed through her at this moment.

“Come for me, Lana. Fucking come all over my mouth. I want your cream covering my lips.” He continued to suck and lick at her, and just hearing the provocative words he said set her off. Her orgasm tore through her, causing her to thrust her breasts out and groan loudly. He never let up, just kept sucking and licking until her orgasm tapered off. Although she felt sated and relaxed, the orgasm did nothing to stop the arousal still pulsing through her veins. She opened her eyes to stare at him, his glorious body now naked. She didn’t know when took off his clothes, but his shirt and pants now sat on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his hard, muscled body.

He grabbed his cock as she slid her eyes up and down his body. She stared at his erection, eyes wide and heart beating quickly. He was huge, so big she didn’t even know if he would fit inside of her. His hands slid under her back and flipped her over so she straddled him. He leaned against the couch and gripped her naked hips.

“It will fit perfectly. You will feel exquisite when I slide in and out of you. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She breathed heavily, loving the dirty way he spoke to her. His cock rubbed along her slick folds, teasing her clit as he slowly thrust his hips up. The flame in her body grew stronger, her desire burning hotter and hotter. She initiated the next kiss, dipping down to meet his firm lips and slipping her tongue inside. He groaned and slid his hands to her ass before slipping one hand further down to rest by her vagina. He brought his other hand to her breast, tweaking and pulling at her hard nipple. His finger didn’t move any closer to her pussy, just sat close to her hole, making her want to thrust onto it. Their moans filled the room, and before she knew it, he scooped her off the couch and carried her to his bedroom.

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Guest Jeanne St James- Rip Cord and "Crazy Questions"

2010-03-13T00:01:00.004-05:00

Chloe’s Crazy Questions

The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?

JSJ: Ok, I would have to say that I can’t say in public what my first answer would be. So, let’s see what I can share… hmm.

Oh you tease! If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?

JSJ: So funny, because I’m allergic to dairy. But I’d have to say I’d have to Mozzarella. I’m Italian and I can get warm and gooey. I’m very versatile too, like the cheese which can be used for pizza, Mozzarella sticks, lasagna, Calzones, etc.

You mean versatile like those hot men you write about? wink.
Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?

JSJ: A flashlight, a boat, fishing rod, flint and my iPhone.

Finish this sentence: Love is like….

JSJ: A rock. No, I’m kidding. Love is like a necessary evil. It feels great to love and be loved but it also tends to cause pain and heartache. But as Lord Tennyson said: “'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

Finish this sentence: my stories are like….

JSJ: A blooming flower. I start with a bud of an idea and they just grow into something beautiful. Sometimes they need trimmed but hopefully in the end they make someone smile.

Favorite action figure or action hero and why?

JSJ: Ooooo. Batman. I love Batman. He is strong and dark and yummy. I loved all the movies.

Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?

JSJ: Mata Hari. Definitely. She was a “bad girl.” She was known for her sensuality and her eroticism

AND, Jeanne is known for her great, sexy books. Like this one!:

RIP CORD is getting great reviews AND was up to #3 on the All Romance Ebooks Top Ten Bestseller list! And is a #1 bestseller at Phaze for December!

From Seriously Reviewed:

"Well, I sat down to read and burned dinner! I couldn’t stop reading. The story is fast. Gil attends his high school reunion. And we all remember how enjoyable that is…not. But with a hot jock like Rip, at least he’ll have someone to stare at during dinner. But wait. This is hot gay erotic romance. So when boy sees hot football star, boy lusts for football star, and holy shit, the football star has game of his own. The sex was raw and brazen, the dialog refreshingly natural and the ending pleasantly simple and satisfying."

Blurb:

Gil Davis had hated high school. Ever the geek, he had no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he missed from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on since the first day he laid his eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.

CHAPTER ONE

Gil Davis couldn’t believe it had been ten years since he’d last walked through these doors. Where had the time gone?
When the invitation to his class reunion had come, he almost tossed it out, just as he had with the notice of his fifth year reunion.
He was not into reliving his high school years.
No way, no how.
But something on the invitation had caught his eye… this time they were holding it at the school. So instead of immediately pitching it, he had thrown the invitation on his kitchen table. Unfortunately, Katie, his best friend and roommate, found it and hounded him relentlessly until he agreed to RSVP.
And, of course, Katie insisted on being his date.
Which thrilled him to no end… Not.
Now he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go in.
He wasn’t sure he was ready for a night of teasing from his former schoolmates.
Yet, here he stood, just inside the double doors of his old high school staring at the registration table by the gymnasium doors.
Someone grabbed his elbow. Firmly.
“You’re not chickening out are you?”
Gil just shook his head and swallowed hard. “Did you find the restroom all right?”
“Fine,” Katie said in her little no-nonsense tone. “Let’s go.”
The harder she tugged on his arm, the more he dug in his heels. He didn’t want to leave his little corner of safety yet. “Hold on.”
“No, Gil. It’s not going to get any easier. You look fine. We’ve – okay, I’ve worked really hard to get you to this point.” She smoothed the hair back from his eyes. Gil was surprised she hadn’t spat on her fingers first like a hovering mother hen.
The problem was, he was still a nerd at heart.
“Now, get your shit together and let’s go!” She gave his arm one last hard yank and dragged him over to the table.
Sucking in a breath, he steeled himself for what was to come.
The two women sitting at the table wore big predatory smiles.
“Gilbert? Gilbert Davis is that you?” the toothy piranha on the right asked. “I swear I didn’t recognize you without your bottle-bottom glasses and pocket protector.”
Those glasses were long gone thanks to Katie dragging him years ago to the optometrist for contacts.
Gil leaned forward to read her name tag. Bonnie (Trusk) Smith.
Bonnie Trusk. He remembered her. She had been part of the Homecoming Court their senior year.
And had accidentally run over his foot one day in the parking lot with her Eddie Bauer Explorer. Why? Her excuse had been she hadn’t seen him. Yeah, he had been the invisible man, “invisible” to all of the popular kids.
“Just Gil,” he corrected her.
She laughed and waved a hand toward him, clearly dismissing him.
The other woman, Patti Petroski-Harrison, shoved a “Hello! My name is… Gilbert Davis” sticker at him. “And your hair! It looks…” Gil expected the next word out of her mouth to be “normal.” Her face showed her internal struggle. “Nice.”
He was a geek. He knew it. He had been one ever since he could remember. And his classmates had always teased him about it.
She sized up Katie. “Are you his wife?”
Katie laughed and patted Gil’s arm. “Oh, no.”
Gil gave her a quick warning look.
Katie just gave him a sugary smile and a noisy kiss on the cheek.
“Well then,” Patti said. “When you go through the doors, Gilbert, there will be a table with place settings. Find your name and that will tell you where you’re seated.”
“Just Gil,” he corrected again, but by then both women were flashing their beaming smiles at another couple who had come up behind them.
Katie tugged him to the side to avoid being crushed by the new arrivals’ hugging and squealing. Gil didn’t recognize the newcomers. But then they had probably been a part of the “in” group.
Gil had been a full-fledged member of the “out” group, but not the “out of the closet” group.
A woman’s shrill scream shot a bolt of pain through his head.
“Did you hear Rip Cord is going to be here? Can you believe it?” the one called Patti asked, her question ending in a squeal. She looked as if she would bust a vein.
Gil stumbled back a step from the table, barely avoiding Katie’s toes.
Holy hell, he never should have agreed to come to this thing. Especially if he’d known Rip would be here.
Gil had a crush on Rip since high school. Unfortunately, Rip was definitely of the heterosexual persuasion. Being captain of the football team, he’d had every girl in school chasing after him, one way or another.
So he’d admired the well-built, handsome jock from afar. Very afar.
Hearing Rip’s name brought all those old feelings back to the surface.
All the insecurities.
Gil certainly had never expected his secret crush to come back to town for a ten-year class reunion. Rip had become way too famous for that.
Gil grabbed Katie’s arm and, with her squeaky protest, dragged her through the double doors into the gym.
“Jesus, Gil. What’s going on?” she asked as he pushed her against the wall just inside the doors.
“Did you hear that?” He struggled not to hyperventilate.
“What?” Katie peeled the backing off of Gil’s name tag and slapped it onto his chest. Not so gently either.
“Rip is going to be here.”
“Rip?” She wrinkled her nose. “What the hell is rip?”
“Not what. Who!” Gil swallowed hard and blew out a long breath. He realized then he was squeezing her upper arms. Way too hard. He relaxed his fingers.
“Okay, okay. Calm down. And let up a little more please.”
He released her and wiped his sweaty palms along his slacks. He never should have worn slacks. Slacks were nerd-wear.
Why didn’t Katie talk him out of wearing them? He should have worn torn jeans or leather pants or --
“So is Rip a band? I would’ve thought they just would’ve hired a DJ. It’s cheaper.”
“Wait. What?” Gil shook his head. “First of all, why would they need music?”
Katie pointed a finger upwards. “Hear that, nerd-o? Music. You know, it creates atmosphere and gives you something to dance to.”
“Dance?” Gil swallowed hard. He cocked his head. He did hear music. He hadn’t noticed it because he’d been too panicked about Rip being there. “Okay, just don’t ask me to dance.”
“No can do, Gilly. We will be dancing. I didn’t come along to be a wallflower.”
“Katie, you know I can’t dance,” he hissed inches from her face.
She had the nerve to laugh. As if his lack of rhythm was something to laugh about. His coordination left something to be desired. Gil considered it a handicap – maybe not one recognized by the government. But no one should make fun of the handicapped!
Gil frowned. “I didn’t see anything on the invitation about dancing.”
Katie sighed. “Gilly, don’t worry, we’ll fake it.”
“Don’t call me Gilly here. It’s bad enough people will be calling me Gilbert.”
“Okay, Gil. So if Rip isn’t a band then who or what is it?”
A low murmur throughout the room behind him caused Gil to look up. Coming through the doors…
Gil pressed a hand to the wall to steady himself. His legs had suddenly lost all strength.
Coming through the doors was…
“Him,” was all Gil could get past the lump in his throat.

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Win Flesh for Fantasy over at Wicked Thorn and Roses!

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This is exciting. Double your chances to win today!
I recently met the wonderful Tierney O'Malley over at Wicked Thorn and Roses.
Her Wicked Knight: Knight Brothers Series Book One won the Book of the Month. http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-of-month-winner.html
Congratulations Tierney!

And lucky me, I am over at Wicked Thorn and Roses blog today with your chance to win my new erotic contemporary romance Flesh for Fantasy. Drop by and comment for your chance to win.

http://wickedthornandroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-hot-from-author-chloe-waits.html

AND...If you haven't heard me yet bleating over the mountain tops...lol... I've been over at Whipped Cream Reviews all week blogging in an author spotlight, and giving away a copy of my new release, Flesh for Fantasy there too. Come on over and visit for your chance to win, and follow the contest directions
.... today my post is "Flirty Friday Fifteen...."

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

Thanks!
I have included a blurb and excerpt to whet your appetite.
Chloe

Flesh for Fantasy review:

“…for a hot, yet sweet, short read, then Flesh for Fantasy by Chloe Waits is a must have for your book collection…” Deb from Dark Diva Reviews 4 ½ Delightful Divas

Blurb for Flesh for Fantasy:

‘Cheyenne’ is every man’s fantasy—over the phone. Playing the popular fantasy mate, Cynthia Stewart seduces callers nightly, despite swearing off men in real life.

Separated and struggling to reclaim her career, Cynthia’s heart and libido are simply on the shelf. All this talk about fantasies has little effect on her.

Until Cynthia meets a man who wants to know hers.

All of them.

Opening up her private thoughts is a big step for Cynthia. Yet she can’t resist the man who describes himself like the perfect tall, dark, handsome stranger. And his calls slowly push her personal and sexual boundaries open.

But Cynthia starts to wonders if this is someone she can truly trust.

Because she has been giving him the blue print to seduce her for real...

Excerpt:

Getting into character Cynthia answered breathily, “Hello, this is Cheyenne.”

“Cheyenne,” the voice drew out the word as though savoring the sound. “That is such a pretty name.” The deep masculine tones were authoritative. “But, I would rather know your real name. I am sure it’s even better.”

This man wasn’t a fool. Unlike most men, he knew she gave him a stage name. Rather than denying the truth, she said smoothly, “How about you call me Cheyenne?”

“My name is Mark, Cheyenne. I am six-foot-two, well built. Dark eyes and dark hair. Living and working in the downtown core.”

This call was really shaping up to be different. Usually they only wanted to hear about her looks. He actually wanted to participate, to be let in on the fun.

“Sounds yummy. I am a strawberry blonde with very long hair. Blue eyes, five-foot-five, curvy and tanned.” And I wear a bunny tail, too. She smirked to herself.

He chuckled. “That sounds like a playboy spread. I have a little more sophisticated taste. What would I have to do to get a real description?”

Her heart started to race. She got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Yup, there wasn’t much of a bounce to this plain bunny.

“Okay, maybe you’ll give me a different description when you get to know me better. I would like us to know each other very well.”

In spite of herself Cynthia felt intrigued. She purred, “I would like to learn all about you Mark, like what turns you on.”

“Cheyenne, I would really love you to tell me what turns you on. I don’t want to hear just what you think I want to hear from you. This isn’t about what I want.”

Knocked out of her canned responses, Cynthia was speechless. Maybe someone should pay this guy to talk on the phone.

“Do you like to be made love to slowly, or fast, and urgent? Do you dream of someone who knows your desires? The true ones. Tell me.” She heard the soft seductive command in his voice. “Cheyenne, have you ever had a man that knew your wants intimately? That knew your true fantasies?”

Cynthia couldn’t block out the flood of erotic images that went through her head.

“No.”

The acknowledgment came out almost as a whisper before she could stop herself.

Chloe Celebrates: Ginger Men

2010-03-10T00:01:00.004-05:00

No, not the real ginger men cookies, but just as yummy. I felt terrible hearing about a movement called "Kick A Ginger Day" done as a joke. Well, I don't think you'd be kicking these men, or kicking them out of bed, ladies!

Let's start off with my personal favorite: Kevin McKidd!
He's Scots, just like my hubby. My hubby is my favorite Scots, though not a ginger one. He thankfully knows I am a bit tongue in cheek when I post these men, and knows where my heart lies. Right honey?

Kevin McKidd reporting for duty in Grey's Anatomy. He plays a former army medic hired by Seattle Grace.

Very personal duties with Sandra Oh in Grey's Anatomy

Wait Sandra, let me adjust your tank top here...(kissing noises)

Before there was Owen Hunt and Grey's Anatomy, Kevin burned up the screen on the HBO series Rome. Rome lasted only two seasons due to its astronomical production costs. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither were these high cost sets, unfortunately! Like Spartacus: Blood and Sand, Rome also showed the best Rome had to offer: namely, togas, nudity, sex, orgies and violence. It also had a nice love story and a lot more thrown in. Great series, and great acting job by Kevin McKidd.
( you can read and see pics of Spartacus here: RWBB Blog)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BsHP3n25Do

What's this link? it's to Gunpowder, Treason and Plot starring Kevin McKidd. About a young Mary, Queen of Scots, ascending to the throne of Scotland, Kevin is allowed to use his Scottish accent, and boy does he use it to full effect.

You really should watch this clip if you have time, when Kevin looks into Queen Mary's eyes and says:

Aye wanchu nekkid an' in my bed

in full Scottish brogue, it's worth the price of this movie alone. Watch it free here! I dare you not to faint!

And, here's a few more red heads to celebrate Ginger day.

Toby Stephens, actor, and son of the great actress Maggie Smith is distinctly ginger hued!

Remember Eric Stolz in Mask? Weren't you glad when he wasn't in his make up?

Thanks for celebrating with me, let's toast gingers everywhere, here's to a new special day, Kiss a Ginger!

Guest Elise Hepner's College Trouble and "Crazy Questions"

2010-03-09T00:01:00.005-05:00

Chloe’s Crazy Questions...with ELISE HEPNER!

Not content to just deliver what you may already know about these writers I have on here, I delve DEEP into their inner most psyche and massage it, until I get a psychological profile Criminal Minds would be proud of….!

The phenomenal Elise Hepner joins me today, allowing me to dig around, and also sharing a hot excerpt of her new release, College Trouble.

The world is ending in an hour, what do you do, and who do you do it with?

EH: I would find James Marsters, Christian Bale and some strong liquor and have myself a grand ol’ threesome. Then I would write about it. Assuming I had time.

I think there'd be time, but no one left to read it, sadly, sniff sniff.

If you were a cheese, what flavor would you be, and why?

EH: Cheese is one of my favorite foods, this is a very hard question. I’d have to say swiss cheese is my favorite because it tastes yummy and has lots of holes to fiddle with when I’m bored.

Yes, I don't think anyone doesn't like cheese, if you don't it says a lot about you, and nothing good, I am afraid. (Chloe shakes head). Lucky you're not in that boat, although you may need one for the next question:

Five things you can take to a desert island, what would they be?

EH: My blackberry, my husband, a mini tv that goes anywhere, Gone with the Wind, and lots of 90 block sunscreen.

Finish this sentence: Love is like….

EH: Being stupid together forever.

Finish this sentence: my stories are like….

EH: A horny Emily Bronte wrote them.

Favorite action figure or action hero and why?

EH: Christian Bale as Batman because he wore a lot of suits and it made me very, very happy.

Good choice, an action figure you can play with. He made me happy too.

Now, Mata Hari or Mother Teresa?

EH: Mata Hari

There you have it. Elise may not qualify as a CIA recruit, but she does qualify as an awesome writer.

Here is a peek at her new release!

Blurb for College Trouble:

Clair and Marie have been best friends for years. As

college roommates their late night study session for

biology becomes an exploration of their biology when

these drunken slackers need some relaxation. During

their test they are faced with the consequences of not

passing when their professor gives them a crash course

in extra credit.

Warnings: This title contains f/f sex, threesomes, forced sex, strap-on play, and a sexual student/teacher relationship.

Adult Excerpt

“Chick, chilax, we’ll make it. We always do this time of year. Besides, if we flunk completely we can just offer an old-fashioned fuck to Miss. Mouse.”

“You're not serious?” Clair’s chipped nails stopped midway from delivery at her lip glossed mouth.
“What if I was?” Marie arched an eyebrow.

Before her roommate could be scandalized forever Marie plucked herself from the bottom bunk and crawled over near the open cooler of beer. It wasn't as good as liqueur but beer was easier to hide in suitcases while riding up the dormitory elevator.

“Here, you need one before your new haircut and color explodes” Marie tossed one in Clair's direction and she yanked it out of the air.
“Hair doesn’t explode, it’s the skull itself.” Clair rolled her eyes before popping the unsettled beer can. Beer spritzed out all over the floor as she held the can away from her body, squealing with delight.
“Well see, you’re learning for the Bio final already, now drink up before it’s daylight”

The girls began to shuffle through the mess they’d made, re-organizing purple and green highlighted notes. Another four hours of studying would be in order before they could even begin to grasp the comprehensive exam.

Marie scratched her overly bleached skull happy that she had provided enough refreshments for their cram session. Only nine more beers and Clair would actually be calm enough to hit the books, or so drunk off her ass she wouldn’t stress anymore. Whichever came first.
Marie watched her down several more light beers over the course of their studying before making her move.

Crawling on her hands and knees towards her mumbling, drunk roommate, Marie giggled as she crushed popcorn under her palms. Clair's head was reclining back against the wooden bunk bed closest to the floor and she was gesturing towards a magazine in her lap. The v-neck pajama top parted open at her throat as Clair clutched her sides, giggling and revealing to Marie the supple cleavage underneath. Marie drew in a sharp breathe midway towards her friend on her hands and knees. Clair was gorgeous and this had been a long time coming.

Underneath her tacky purple skull pj's Marie's ass and hips continued to swivel as she stalked her prey. She felt way too sexy for a dorm room. Imagining herself crawling across a stage at a strip club lit with florescent lights her face morphed from carefree to completely lust laden. Her eyes zigzagged over Clair who had swallowed six beers in a matter of minutes and was now tapping her nails along the wood of their bed to a Britney Spears slow jam.

Without a care in the world the girl placed her cavalier sway right in the way of her drunken friend’s face, slowly wiping a stripe of hair from her cheek.

"You doing okay, hun?”

Clair slurred a little trying to pout before giggling and falling to her back on the floor. This was her chance. The one she'd been meaning to take with all these weekly sleepovers for years.

With ease Marie crawled up Clair's body before sliding her hips in a straddle over her friends. Before Clair could stop her chaotic blinking, her eyes large, chest heaving, Marie lay her lips along her best friends collarbone. She was barely breathing, afraid of making her skittish.

Clair smelled of tangerines and clove cigarettes. Her skin was pressed with Urban Decay sparkle powder that twinkled in the low lighting from their room's lamps. Marie’s fingers skimmed over her roommates exposed shoulders taking away chunky sparkles on her fingertips. She knew it was flavored when she popped her fingers into her mouth and tasted Gimlets. Sparkles clung to her tongue like pressed squares of bursting lime.

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Liar Answers and blogging at Whipped Cream this week!

2010-03-08T00:01:00.009-05:00

Okay I think my lying, um, creative skills are good because I did fool you guys!

Answers 2 and 4 are true.

Number one was not fair, because some of you know I live in Toronto. The lie was I didn't wear snowshoes to get to school growing up (except during winter.)

A lot of you thought I swallowed my ring. I guess rumors of my clumsy ways had you fooled. lol
My husband proposed in Central Park when we vacationed there, and proposed during a picnic. Thank goodness he kept the ring in his pocket until he was ready.

Now do you want to learn more truths about me? No? C'mon, sure you do. It's a bunch of fun facts,
Chloe Waits: Coles Notes Edition at Whipped Cream Reviews

I will be blogging all this week at WC. Talking about writing, fantasies and more...including a bookdraw for a free copy of Flesh for Fantasy. Just drop by and learn how to win!
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

Jeanne St. James' Newest Release: Double Dare!

2010-03-07T00:01:00.004-05:00

I thought you would enjoy a sexy excerpt from a great writing talent, the wonderful Jeanne St. James. Her release Rip Cord has skyrocketed to acclaim, and I am tickled she is sharing a peek at her newest release here! Get ready to double your pleasure with Double Dare!

DOUBLE DARE Blurb:

What could be better than waking up next to a hot guy? Waking up sandwiched between two of them.

Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated.

Logan Reed, a successful business owner, can’t believe that he’s attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol colored bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she’s more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.

The next morning Quinn’s conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover…

Tyson White, ex-pro football player, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming and things heat up with the three of them. Nevertheless Ty wonders: will adding Quinn to the mix end up enhancing or destroying Logan’s and his relationship?

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme & content, male/male sexual practices, ménage (m/m/f).

BUY LINK: DOUBLE DARE AT LOOSE ID

EXCERPT:

Quinn Preston almost choked on her Alabama slammer when her friend elbowed her in the ribs. "Ooof."

She saved her drink before it could spill all over her ugly bridesmaid dress. Yeah, that would have been a shame: to ruin such a nice, frumpy, pukey pink taffeta dress. One the bride had said she would be able to wear in the future. Like to a cocktail party. Or maybe her own funeral. Yeah, right. No one in their right mind would want to get caught dead in this thing.

Ruining the dress wouldn't have been a loss, but losing her drink would have. She was drinking slammers for a reason -- to get good and drunk.

Lana nudged her again. "You see that?" She nodded her head toward the back of the room.

"What?" Quinn really didn't care what Lana was excited about. She just wanted to get this day over with. She was tired of watching the happy couple. She was tired of pasting on a plastic smile for the photographer. And she was really tired of listening to the sappy congratulations. All things she might never have -- the wedding, the husband, the bridal bliss. And something her parents never failed to remind her. Especially now that she was in her early thirties. And single. Again.

"Not what. Who."

"Huh?" She sucked on the dainty little straw the bartender had put in her drink. Hardly anything would come out of it. Maybe it was designed just for stirring. She pulled it out and threw it onto the bar. She really needed one of those big giant straws that came in those fancy frozen drinks.

"Him. Over there." Lana grabbed Quinn by the shoulders and turned her around to face whatever had caught her friend's attention.

"Oh, him." She took a deep draw of the punchlike drink, only there wasn't a bit of punch in it. Not the fruit kind anyway.

"Yeah, him." Lana dragged out him like she was sucking on a maraschino cherry and enjoying the sweetness on her tongue.

Quinn didn't even take a good look. Men were on her shit list at the moment. She didn't care how hot they were. The potent drink in her hands was all the company she needed. She smiled into her glass; it was the best date she'd had in a while.

Another pink taffeta blur whizzed up to them, out of breath.

"Jeez Louise. Did you see that hunk of man meat?" Paula, another victim of the wedding fashion nightmare, was flushed and had a bead of sweat running down her chipmunk-like cheeks. "Do you think he's single?"

Quinn raised one shoulder in a half shrug and turned back to the bar. It was bad enough when the three of them had to stand next to each other at the altar, then throughout the grueling pictures, followed by having to sit beside each other at the head table. All in that awful pink froth. But now that it was all over, and they had done their duty for their friend Gina, there was no reason they all had to stand there looking like someone threw up Pepto-Bismol.

She leaned into the bar and asked the semicute bartender the time. When he answered that it was six, she gritted her teeth. They had only been at the reception for an hour. It was way too early to bail.

Damn.

With a sigh, she turned back to her friends. They were still ogling the male eye candy across the room.

Paula's sigh drifted over her. "I wonder if he likes women with a little meat on their bones."

A little meat? She opened her mouth to correct Paula, but shut it quickly. Her friend didn't need to be on the receiving end of her miserable mood.

"Quinn, I bet he'd make you forget Peanut."

Quinn winced and took another long draw from her drink. She loved the flavor and the tanginess on her tongue. And she was trying to forget Peanut. She hated the nickname her friends had called her ex-boyfriend, Peter. Once they had actually called him Peanut in front of his face -- by accident, of course. Right. It had taken her a while to brush that one under the rug. He had never liked her friends after that.

On the other hand, her friends had never liked Peter from the beginning. Unlike her parents, who loved the bastard. Probably more than they loved her.

"Yeah, Quinn, he could probably fuck your brains out, and you'd never remember that douche again."

Quinn frowned at Paula. She noticed her friend's string of pearls hiding in the skin around her neck. Quinn's hands automatically went to her neck to finger a similar necklace -- a part of the stupid wedding costume. Ugh. She hated pearls!

She hated taffeta. She hated pink. She hated frilly dresses.

She took a long swig from her glass.

And she hated Peter. The asshole.

His gift to her last Valentine's Day wasn't an engagement ring. Oh no, after five long, wasted years of dating the shit, he couldn't have gotten her a ring. Nope. Instead he sent her a text message.

That was it.

A stupid little text message. One line.

We've grown apart and I've found someone new.

She deserved more than that. Something better. After all those years of loyalty, standing by his side, being the "good, proper" girlfriend. As Peter had expected. As her parents had expected. The girlfriend any decent man would want on his arm. Right?

Not even a sorry. Not even an explanation. Nothing.

And the next day, FedEx had delivered a box with all the things she had left over at his apartment during the last half decade.

Quinn emptied her glass and turned back to the bar, blocking out her friends' chattering over that man.

She needed another man like she needed a hole in the head.

She slid her glass over the bar top, and before she could ask for another, a deep voice washed over her.

"Put her next drink on me."

Dumb ass. The drinks are on the house. She turned to ream whoever it was, and stopped. Her mouth opened, but nothing escaped.

"You look like a fish out of water with your mouth hanging open like that." When he smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkled. He was tan, an outdoorsy tan, not a manmade one. And he had beautiful green eyes. Shit. She had never seen such beautiful eyes on a man. His nose was a little crooked, like it had been broken, and it made him even more beautiful. No. Not beautiful. He was. He was.

Quinn closed her mouth and swallowed hard. He was so unperfect, he was perfect. His hair was a dark brown with natural highlights, more proof he liked being outdoors. It was long and pulled back into a neat ponytail.

She hated long hair on men. But it was right on him.

He had a beard that wasn't a beard. It was like a longer five-o'clock shadow.

She hated facial hair.

He had a strong, corded neck that disappeared into a stiff dress shirt. The collar had been already released and one more button undone below that. The knot of his tie was loose and hung crookedly from around his neck.

The sleeves of his crispy white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his forearms were tan covered in dark hair. His hands.

Oh. Damn.

His hands were large. They were working hands. They weren't soft and pampered. But calloused and thick and strong.

Capable. Capable of doing all kinds of things.

Quinn's nipples hardened under the scratchy taffeta.

His hands could do all kinds of dirty, nasty things.

Things Peter had never wanted to do.

Quinn ripped her gaze from him and spun back around to the bar, bracing herself against it for a second to catch her breath. She grabbed her fresh drink and took a gulp.

"Whoa. Slow down there."

She pressed the cold drink against her forehead in an attempt to cool herself off.

She needed to go change her panties, she was so freaking wet.

She could feel his heat next to her; his body was like a furnace. She wanted to plant her hands on his chest and feel how hot he really was. Her fingers convulsed around her glass.

"Are you okay?" The deep timbre of his voice sent a shot of lightning down her body, landing right in her pussy.

Quinn could only nod her answer.

He palmed her bare shoulder and turned her to him. He stared down into her eyes, his lips widening into a smile.

His lips. Oh man. Those lips probably could do all sorts of things to her, with her. Lips that were made for more than kissing.

"Yes." Oh my God, she thought. That was the kind of yes she blurted when she was in the midst of an orgasm. At least from what she could remember. It had been so long since she'd come.with a partner, anyway.

She felt the heat crawl up her neck, and she stepped back, breaking the contact.

"I.I'm fine." She cleared her throat. "Thank you for the drink." She took another sip before raising the glass to him in thanks.

"It was nothing." When he laughed, her knees almost buckled. "Enjoy it."

He stepped away and then paused. But it looked as though he thought better of whatever he was contemplating, and he continued on his way.

Quinn leaned back against the bar and let out a shaky breath.

She was suddenly flanked on either side by her friends. She had been so distracted, she hadn't even realized that they disappeared.

"Quinn --"

"Quinn!"

"Oh. My. God!"

"I told you he was hot!"

"Oh! I wish I weren't married already."

"I wish he liked chubby chicks."

Quinn couldn't take any more. She raised her palms in surrender. "Stop. Enough."

"But, Quinn --"

"But nothing," Quinn answered Paula.

"You're just going to let him walk away?"

"Paula, he isn't going anywhere. Unfortunately I'm not going anywhere. We have to be here for two more hours, at least."

Lana said, "Are you going to let Peter ruin the rest of your life? All men aren't assholes like him."

Quinn harrumphed and took another sip of her slammer.

"Why don't you at least dance with him?"

"No."

"Why not?" Lana asked.

Why not? Because if she did, she might come right on the dance floor? Because she might end up in a puddle of her own juices? The picture in her head shocked her: it was of her lying in a heap in the middle of the dance floor in the throes of an orgasm. Surrounded by all the wedding guests.

This drink was stronger than she thought.

"Because no one is dancing yet."

"Sure they are. Look."

Quinn glanced over at the area cleared for dancing, and sure enough, a crowd of people were out there shaking their groove thing. Quinn had been too busy trying to get her drink on to notice.

From the looks of the participants on the dance floor, a few of them had been partaking in the open bar also. Even the bride and her new husband were bouncing and shimmying in the crowd.

At least they were a happy couple.

Quinn took another drink.

Lana frowned at her. "Are you just going to drink tonight, or are you going to do something about your situation?"

"Situation? What situation?"

"Getting laid."

Quinn checked over her shoulder to see if the bartender was listening. He was. He had a big grin plastered on his face. Great.

The father of the bride came up and asked for a gin and tonic. While he was waiting, he turned to them. "Hi, girls. Enjoying yourselves? You look great in those dresses. My wife picked them out."

Oh joy. Quinn would have to remember to smack -- she meant thank -- her. She couldn't wait to rip the scratchy, ugly piece of shit off.

All three women gave him a smile but bit their tongues. Eventually he wandered away, and Lana and Paula jumped right back to harassing her. Good thing they were her friends.

"C'mon. It's not going to hurt to have a one-night stand. Look at him."

"I already saw him." Holy moley, she knew they meant well, but they were getting on her last nerve.

"Yeah, and we saw how you were drooling too."

She had not drooled. Her hand automatically went up to her mouth.

Paula said, "He probably isn't interested in you anyway."

"Yeah, you couldn't get someone like that. You attract losers like Peter," Lana said.

If they thought their reverse psychology was going to work, well, it wasn't.

"Looks like he's with Paige Reed, anyway."

Quinn's gaze shot over to the corner of the ballroom where the tall man stood next to the petite, dark-haired beauty. Paige Reed. Figures.

"I thought Paige was dating Connor Morgan," Quinn mumbled.

She must have mumbled loud enough, because Lana answered her. "She is. Connor had to fly to

Australia

for something to do with his job."

"So why is she with him?" Quinn asked. Why was she so curious all of a sudden? Why did she care?

She didn't. She nursed her drink. After one and a half Alabama slammers, she was starting to feel pretty tipsy. She wasn't used to drinking. And when she did drink, she usually had wine, not hard liquor, and especially not such a hard-hitting mix of liquors.

Paula leaned into the both of them and said in an exaggerated whisper, "Maybe he's an escort," like it was a scandal, and then laughed.

Maybe he was an escort.

He was probably worth every penny too.

His back was to them now, but that just gave Quinn the opportunity to study how broad those shoulders were in his dress shirt. When he moved, the fabric bunched and pulled with his muscles.

Lana gasped, jerking Quinn out of her thoughts. "He's not an escort! That's Logan Reed, Paige's brother. I haven't seen him since we were kids. Holy shit, did he grow up."

"I'll say." Paula agreed. "Quinn, I dare you to go ask him to dance."

"Not interested."

Lana joined in. "Yeah, I dare you too. Don't be a wuss."

If she were a wuss, she wouldn't have come out in public in this pink atrocity. And the matching shoes were killing her feet. The last thing she needed was to be dancing. She'd be crippled.

"That's a double dare, you know, with the two of us daring you.."

Oh, boy, a double dare. She would definitely do it now -- not. "You're crazy."

"No, you are, if you pass up this opportunity. "

"How do you know he's available?" Quinn asked them.

"You don't know until you ask him," Lana said. "But if I remember correctly, his wife left him a while ago. There had been some rumors."

There had been some rumors about her and Peter too, but rumors were just that: rumors. She didn't take any stock in them.

Paula suddenly shouted, "Truth or dare?" making Quinn jump. It was like they were teenagers all over again.

Lana quickly said, "Truth." And bounced on her toes like she was fifteen.

Jesus, would someone please put a bullet in my head? Quinn needed to be put out of her misery.

Paula asked Lana, "Do you shave or wax?"

"Shave. Okay, Quinn, your turn. Truth or dare?"

Quinn was not playing this juvenile game. It was stupid; she was not going to fall into what was clearly a trap.

"Truth."

"How bad was Peter in bed?" Lana asked.

Damn. She wasn't going to answer that one. Even as drunk as she was. She didn't want to relive their vanilla, boring lovemaking. And she definitely didn't want to admit it or talk about it.

There was only one thing left for her to do.

Want more of Jeanne? You can find her here:

Jeanne St James Website

Jeanne St James Blog

RomanceWritersBehaving Badly Blog

Bald Faced Liar, I mean "Creative Writer" Blogger Award

2010-03-03T19:13:00.002-05:00

A fellow writer, the wonderful Keta Diablo, asked me to participate in this harmless liar's game. I think it sounds like fun! I'll post seven items about me, only TWO of which are true. The others are "little white lies".

1. I live in Toronto Canada. The weather has changed a lot recently. I had to wear snow shoes to school growing up, but thanks to global warming it's not too bad up here anymore!

2. I have met many famous people, including Keanu Reeves, and different rock bands like Depeche Mode

3. I know woodworking and have made my own wildlife carvings to some local acclaim.

4. I was held up at knifepoint and gunpoint and lived to tell about it

5. I played Oboe in high school before switching to the pan pipes. I still play occasionally

6. I swallowed my engagement ring when my hubby-to-be hid it in some cake. I ended up in emergency but still married him

7. I am a psychic who's occasionally worked with the police to find missing people

I now hereby pass on the Liar’s Torch to these writers ( in no particular order!). Keep the liar's game going. Visit their sites and see if you can guess which of their statements are little white lies:

1) Mary Quast

2) Mahalia Levey

3) April Morelock

4) Jeanne St James

5) Elise Hepner

6) Gem Sivad

7) Dawne Prochilo

Please comment and let me know which you think are true!

Flesh for Fantasy Review at Book Junkie

2010-03-03T15:11:00.003-05:00

Flesh for Fantasy was reviewed at Book Junkie by Brande. It was a double pleasure to be notified of two reviews. It really made my day, and I'd like to thank Brande for reviewing my work!

Book Junkie Review from Brande:

"Chloe Waits was a new to me author and as I am always game I thought I would take the chance on Flesh for Fantasy. Not disappointed in the slightest, well I was, but that was just because it was too short. I wanted more. A fun, fast story, just a novella of 30 pages this is the story of Cynthia a.k.a. Cheyenne, that is her stage name for her phone sex job. Trying to keep her head above water with bills as she pays more money to lawyers than she has coming in, all the while trying to finish up her degree in English she is able to put on a mask of sorts while she is on the phone with her customers. Hurt and not willing to trust again, especially a lawyer like her ex who treated her so badly, she knows that she needs to heal her own heart until she can move on to another relationship. This is why this job is so perfect for her, no real emotion and she is able to detach herself. I liked her immediately because Cynthia is just a normal everyday woman, could be any one of us or your friends, just struggling to make a life for herself and move on. But one night of casual drinking with the ladies leads to a mysterious dream guy who happens to know all the right things to say, to her phone line.

Cautious because really she knows there are some real crazies out there, and she isn't willing to give too much of herself to someone who would want to hurt her emotionally or physically.

Frankly I could feel that she just wants to be loved, respected and desired and above all treated like a wanted woman by a strong dominant man.

Too much to hope for? She thinks so, but that fantasy man seems to be coming to life more and more with every call with Mark. Their bond is strengthening, not just talks of fantasies and sex, but of books, movies and their lives in general.

Cynthia must make the decision, does she meet Mark's request and meet him in person, or let this just remain what is should..... a fantasy?

Sensual, engaging and fun, a quick read for anyone looking for a sweet romance that will warm your heart and curl your toes while your cheer on Cynthia to just let her guard down and learn to love again."

Review at: Book Junkie

Reviews for Flesh for Fantasy at Ebook Addict

2010-03-03T14:52:00.004-05:00

I received a review for Flesh for Fantasy from Ebook Addict, which I am posting here. I was absolutely tickled pink. Thanks so much for reviewing my work, Kathy K!

Ebook Addict Review from Kathy K:
"I love it when a story goes way beyond my expectations, and Chloe Waits’ Flesh for Fantasy did just that. I really didn’t anticipate the depth of emotion, between the characters or what I felt as the story unfolded. And Cynthia’s best friends added a lot to the proceedings; Sue’s words of caution and Trudy’s excitement over her ‘conquest’ were both different sides of the same coin... they cared a lot about her.

As Mark and Cynthia built a relationship, Cynthia was able to let herself just be who she was and who she wanted to be. Mark gave her that gift and it was great watching as she learned to appreciate herself and, ultimately, the mystery man who allowed her to break free. A very sweet and touching story filled with the kind of romance that I’ve always dreamed about. Beautiful!

Oh, and Chloe Waits? She’s got herself a new fan... and I’ll try not to scare her too much."

( no chance of that, I am delighted)

Read Review at Ebook Addict

Reviews for Elise Hepner's Check Out and Sex Tool

2010-03-02T00:22:00.015-05:00

Check Out

Hardcore punk rocker Jennifer's been exiled from her safe, far away college back to her small town. The trouble started when she was caught having sex with her college adviser, Paul-by the Dean of Students. All she wants to do is damn the man and the trouble has just kept coming. She's forced by her socialite parents to work the night shift in her local grocery store while feigning off come-on's from customers and a circa 1950's boss.
But things get more complicated when Paul comes back into town for a little stop-and-shop. Jennifer is forced to confront their growing master/slave relationship and the mounting feelings she's been harboring all summer. Meanwhile, Paul the good ol' boy whose grown up playing football and exuding charm is ready to put Jennifer's smart little mouth to work. All she wants is for him to stay. But he won't take anything from her without a price.

Warnings: This title contains graphic m/f/m sexual situations, spanking, a high level of dominance, and submission play.

Chloe Waits Review for Check Out

Elise Hepner is a self described 'fierce erotica hunter.' She could change that to fierce erotica writer! Check Out is a sassy, in-your-face sexy romp. Hepner's fresh, vivid voice makes this story literally jump up and...spank you (lol). Her character of Jennifer is too bold and free to be shackled to small town conventions, and too whip-smart to give in to awkward come-ons beneath her notice. There's just not a strong enough man around to challenge her or tame her...until Paul walks in. Despite some hot delicious themes of submission, we always sense Jennifer is in control, and exactly where she wants to be. The highly erotic power play between Jennifer and Paul was a sensuous assault to the senses that will leave you panting for more, yet also satisfied. You should 'Check Out' Elise Hepner.

Sex Tool

Everyone knows "that guy" at a party. The man who hits on innocent women all night with all the moves in the world but he just screams sleaze. Marcia goes to her friend's parties specifically to teach these men a lesson. She see's her mark from across the room and outwits him in confidence and speed, then she takes him to bed with her to earn and learn some respect for females everywhere.

At a Halloween party she's met her match, a gorgeous player that just doesn't know when no means no. He's the perfect specimen for an experiment dealing with a lose of control, and he's going to be her lab rat for the night. Marcia takes her dominatrix duties by night as seriously as she takes her lover's. There is always room for reform.

What unfolds is a searing session in BDSM that whips her one night stand into shape and right into Marcia's arms. He is caressed with pain, as well as want, from a woman who opens his eyes to the power of female sexuality. Rounds of sexual gauntlets and consent join these two together in their lesson on gender balance. Tip the scales and bend over boyfriend.

Warnings: This title contains f/m domination with anal sex, graphic language, and kinky wax sex play.

Chloe Waits Review for Sex Tool

Elise Hepner revisits the themes of control and submission in Sex Tool, with a unique twist. Hepner's character of Marcia delights with her feisty attitude and unique feminist stance. She's more than capable of schooling a man and reforming him forever of his frat boy ways. Marcia has many sexy tools and skills in her arsenal. Her one night stand will learn a powerful lesson thanks to an erotic onslaught that teases him, and the readers to a frenzy. One part brazen, one part shocking, and all parts super hot, you should add Sex Tool to your playthings.

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Erotic Love in the Spring Time!

2010-02-27T00:01:00.004-05:00

Choo Choo! All aboard!
Your Conductor for this blogspot, Chloe Waits, calling out the second stop of the RomanceWritersBehavingBadly blog tour!

All of you look a bit bundled up there. Are we all ready to slip off our snow boots and bulky coats and go uncovered, and unencumbered, into the crisp air of spring?

I know I am! (I bet you already got warmed up from visiting Jeanne St James!)

There is a pagan Spring Celebration called Ostara which celebrates the coming of spring, new growth and fertility. Pagans celebrate by chanting, dancing and meditation. Everyone thinks about what they desire, and then passes a large paper around to write their yearning on it. The paper is then lit and the ashes from it fall into a bowl of earth. The ashes and soil are mixed together and planted to facilitate the manifestation of these desires. After this rite, the feast welcoming spring is enjoyed.

(courtesy of Llewellyn Calendars)

Feel like frisky frolicking? Spring is in the air!

Even if you’re not a pagan, this is the time to sweep away the chill of frigid winter by welcoming the spring. Especially, Erotic Love in the Spring Time. Just like the pagan ritual, I want you to write down your deepest desire. And just like layers of winter clothing coming off, peel away those inhibitions and meditate on your truest, most hidden erotic wish. Write it down.

Write down that secret erotic love wish!

You can give it to a lover to make it come true. Don’t have a lover? Burn it and mix those ashes with soil and plant it. Watch that desire manifest.

Getting Warmed up for Spring!

Need more ideas? Looking to keep those desires stoked? Keep reading at RWBB. We have many naughty minds thinking up ways to behave badly. And many books to give away! All with ideas to kick off your Spring into high gear.

Let's choo choo over to Elise Hepner now and see what misbehaving she's up to! Thanks for visiting.

Dark Diva Reviews Flesh for Fantasy

2010-02-24T12:48:00.006-05:00

I was delighted to receive a review at the awesome site of Dark Diva Reviews. All the Divas are superfriendly, and I love hanging out there finding out about the latest books. Here's what reviewer Deb said about Flesh for Fantasy

Deb's Review: "First off, I have to say that Flesh for Fantasy by Chloe Waits gives the reader a spell binding look into a woman’s desire to find herself and really live one moment at a time; to let herself be free to explore. The feel of this book is pleasurable and heartwarming. The question is, will Cynthia and Mark have a happy ending? Or will Cynthia never be able to truly let her inner passions free?

Cynthia's character intrigues me to a point I often found myself wondering what made her make the choice in her first job. I found myself rooting for her to overcome and succeed. Every woman has her own passions; I am glad she found what she needed.

Mark is an enigma. I really did not get too much from his character, but there is enough to make this story work. What he brings to Cynthia's world rocks!

I couldn’t find one thing I did not like about this book; it has strong first and second level characters and a plotline that will hold any reader’s interest. I also found a little trickery in this story as well. All I can say about this without giving it away is pay attention to the characters.

If you are looking for a hot, yet sweet, short read, then Flesh for Fantasy by Chloe Waits is a must have for your book collection. I am certainly glad I gave it a try."

Rated 4 ½ Delightful Divas by Deb!

Thanks so much Deb for reviewing my work! DDR is doing a book draw over there to win a copy, all you have to do to enter is comment by March 1st:

http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-carpet-day-chloe-waits.html

Winner Announcement for Flesh for Fantasy Giveaway

2010-02-24T12:22:00.005-05:00

Congratulations to Booklover0226 for winning the draw for the Flesh for Fantasy book giveaway! And thanks to all that entered. If you'd still like to win, it's not too late, there is another contest currently at Dark Diva Reviews, open until March 1st. Leave a comment, and one lucky winner is drawn again to receive a copy of Flesh for Fantasy:

http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-carpet-day-chloe-waits.html

And, I'll be doing draws again in the near future!
You can always visit RomanceWritersBehavingBadly, a huge book draw is going on over there in the next!

My First Review for Flesh for Fantasy!

2010-02-21T16:25:00.004-05:00

WOOT! Here is my first review for Flesh for Fantasy.

Review for Flesh for Fantasy,

Reviewed by Erotic Romance Author Keta Diablo:

"A lot of story is packed into the short Flesh for Fantasy. The characterization and plot pulled me in from page one and kept me turning the pages until the end.

Cynthia is at a crossroads in her life, going through a divorce, disillusioned with love and mistrustful of men. To assist with her college expenses she takes a job for a Fantasy sex line and forces herself to engage in talk-dirty-to-me lingo to pay her rent under the pseudonym of Cheyenne. A mysterious man named Mark soon becomes her regular customer in the phone sex department. Rather than using his fifteen minutes for his own sexual gratification, he’s intent on finding out more about Cheyenne and her wildest sexual fantasies.

The story was sizzling hot and well written. I loved how the relationship developed over a period of time through phone sex – a unique twist. Mark is a character you come to admire, and I found myself silently telling Cynthia (Cheyenne) to trust him.

Kudos Ms. Waits! You delivered hot sex, a great plot and admirable characters to boot. I give Flesh for Fantasy 4.5 stars!"

Keta Diablo

BUY LINK FOR FLESH FOR FANTASY

TIME IS HERE! to behave badly!

2010-02-21T08:43:00.004-05:00

With who?
RomanceWritersBehavingBadly, that's who! Tons of fun fabulous writers like Jeanne St James, Mary Quast and more have banded together to make it their mission to make you misbehave! Oh the fun we'll have (wiggles eyebrows suggestively) . Our official kick off is today, following by an exciting blog tour! Did we mention the prizes? There's lots of prizes, so come on over and say hello and start following to learn how to win!

See you there!
http://romancewrite rsbehavingbadly. blogspot. com/

I'm Getting Ready to Behave Badly (at the new RWBB blog)

2010-02-19T10:43:00.003-05:00

This weekend Sunday February 21st marks the weekend kick off to a new blog I am so proud to be a part of, RomanceWritersBehavingBadly.
I am very happy to be part of a large group of writers I admire as we think up all kinds of naughtiness and ways to misbehave!

Come and join us for the fun!

Flesh for Fantasy Book Giveaway Contest

2010-02-16T10:27:00.006-05:00

Yes my friends, that's right, giving away a copy of Flesh for Fantasy, my new release from Phaze.

I am leaving it open for a week. I will draw one lucky winner to receive a copy of my hot and steamy contemporary erotic romance.
Just leave a comment and answer this question: What 80's song was this book named for? Who sung the song?

Blurb

'Cheyenne' is every man’s fantasy—over the phone. Playing the popular fantasy mate, Cynthia Stewart seduces callers nightly, despite swearing off men in real life.

Separated and struggling to reclaim her career, Cynthia's heart and libido are simply on the shelf. All this talk about fantasies has little effect on her.

Until Cynthia meets a man who wants to know hers.

All of them.

But Cynthia starts to wonders if this is someone she can truly trust. Because she has been giving him the blue print to seduce her for real...

Flesh for Fantasy released today at Phaze

2010-02-16T02:22:00.003-05:00

I am very excited that my new erotic contemporary romance, Flesh for Fantasy is out at Phaze today...cartwheels!

Blurb
'Cheyenne' is every man’s fantasy—over the phone. Playing the popular fantasy mate, Cynthia Stewart seduces callers nightly, despite swearing off men in real life.

Separated and struggling to reclaim her career, Cynthia's heart and libido are simply on the shelf. All this talk about fantasies has little effect on her.

Until Cynthia meets a man who wants to know hers.

All of them.

But Cynthia starts to wonders if this is someone she can truly trust. Because she has been giving him the blue print to seduce her for real...

Excerpt for Flesh for Fantasy: