Saturday, December 29, 2012

IRISH MAGIC review and chance to Win

I got reviewed by the lovely ladies at Dark Divas Reviews for her SCP release, Irish Magic...

AJ’s Review:
"Irish Magic is the perfect title for this sexy, sensual read that encompasses engaging characters, witty banter, a bit of heartache, some very interesting Irish legends, and enough fairies’ magic to keep you panting for days because of the scorching hot love scenes.."

RATED: Four delightful divas!

And you have a chance to win Irish Magic, FREE, for commenting:

Come visit the Divas link below for your chance to win: 

~Chloe Waits
Romance Without Inhibitions

Photo: Got reviewed by the lovely ladies at Dark Diva Reviews for Irish Magic...four delightful divas! I am so happy! and you have a chance to win Irish Magic, FREE, for commenting:

Come visit the Divas!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Long and Short Reviews- Stuff Your Stocking Blogfest

Visit Long and Short Reviews blog for their Stuff Your Stockings Blogfest of giveaways Dec 17th to 21st and comment to can win a free copy of my book Irish Magic 

Visit for more details, you must enter comments  for each blog entry during that period to be eligible. I will be announcing the winner on December 22nd!

Good luck Everyone!

Irish Magic Blurb:

Mysterious Ireland is famous for its magical lore. But Kelly Murphy is here to mend a broken heart; not chase pots of gold. She can’t help being enchanted, though, by the beauty and charm of the land. Not to mention being completely captivated by local hunk and tour guide Sean Ahearn!

But it’s more than Ireland that’s seducing Kelly. After wandering onto a fairy hill, Kelly experiences the most passionate night of her life. It’s who it’s with that has her stumped. 

Is it sexy Sean or is fairy mischief afoot? 

In a land where everyone believes, can Kelly find the courage to let go of the past and take a leap of faith?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Elise Hepner's Blog Hop

Haha! Rubbing hands gleefully....

I, Elise Hepner, have commandeered Chloe Waits' blog as part of my blog hop to announce the release of my new book Sextionary:

How to make board games sexy
I have a love hate relationship with board games—mainly that I love them but most of the people around me either don’t have patience for them or they want to play cards instead. Monopoly is my favorite, although I have been known to be partial to Clue and Life as well. When I came up with the idea for Sextionary, I was thinking about all the times my husband and I have played the board game we have sitting in our closet next to the Christmas decorations and crushed by various computer components. I love that game—I really do—for some reason, I never have time for it.
Immediately, I thought, what would make a couple want to play a board game every date night instead of being distracted by everything technology? Why, sex, of course! Add to that my flair for BDSM and board game night just got downright kinky. Sometimes the things we do that aren’t regulated by technology (super hard to find anymore, I know) need a little notch up in order for anyone to actually do them. And it’s something I may have to put to work in my home life.
What are some of your favorite board games? How would you spice them up, if you could? Comment to be entered to win a 10 dollar All Romance Ebooks gift card at the end of my Blog Hop:

One small, sand filled timer flipped Jasper and Jill’s world.
Boring, board game date nights evolved into twenty questions or a spanking. From stimulating conversations—to ripped panties as a makeshift gag. And Jasper’s new fascination with anything leather pulling Jill further down onto her knees.

The Rules of the Game:
Jill draws on paper what she wants from her husband’s lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers
No stick figures
If Jasper can’t guess her needs, he takes over any way he sees fit
Only a minute to shift their roles—but there’s always time for the darkest pleasure—and a line they never thought they would cross.

“Honey, I’m home,” she called out, secretly pleased when her voice didn’t quaver one bit.
The scent of strawberry—wafting from the candles tucked in every corner—both soothed her mind while also tightening her muscles as she dropped her purse on the floor. One measured breath after the next. Total silence while she fought off the urge to fidget, picking at her tight skirt or unbinding her hair from the constricting bun. She wouldn’t—couldn’t—mess with their ritual. A personal game during date night that had taken on new meaning half a year ago. Had become so much more than enjoying each other’s company over a glass of sugary, sweet fruit wine and a board game.
More intimate than talking, so she held back her voice, even as she longed to walk into the living room. But it wasn’t only about her wants. Her needs. Marriage was a partnership and she was willing to do her half to make her partner happy. Even if it meant standing perfectly still while her nipples hardened against her rough sweater and she recalled all the fantasies she’d harbored all day at work looping through her brain without a pause button.
“Where are you,” she mouthed the words to herself without breathing a sound.
A shadow wavered out of the corner of her eye. Before she had time to turn her head he stood in front of her as if he’d been there the whole time. A formless shape only defined by flicking shadows and her engrained memories. At least until they made their way to the living room—but she knew from experience that part wasn’t soon. No, he stood his ground in front of her with an unreadable expression against the darkness. Shallow, barely there breaths. Nothing to showcase his eagerness, while she silently pleaded for his touch, every inch of her skin electric with the urge to reach out and brush her fingers across his face.
She didn’t touch him for the same reason he made no movement forward—their anticipation of each other was so much better this way. Close enough to sense the brush of his breath—hot against her cheeks. His mouth would taste like citrus toothpaste while his lips would bruise hard enough that her eyes would fill with tears even closed.
“You look amazing,” his gravelly voice lilted at the end of his words, an odd accent not anything close to their neighbors or friends. Tonight, the words didn’t matter. His tone was like a hand groping beneath her clothes, eager, unstoppable, and full of heady promise.
“You can’t see me.”
“I don’t need to see, to know.” Jasper cracked his knuckles and the sound was a gunshot rending through the charged silence.
His callused hand wrapped around her wrist and she barely registered that he’d moved forward blocking the entrance to their gourmet kitchen. When she swallowed she nearly choked. As her chin tipped up to look into his eyes, he clucked with his tongue. A gentle reminder. Her eyes slid back to the cheap carpeting in their entryway.
But she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that when his fingers pressed ever so slightly into her wrist in warning that her throat closed on a sigh. Though he hadn’t spoken, she knew his touch well enough it was as if he had uttered a forceful command. Loud and constant—until her nervousness was drowned out by the cacophony of blood pumping and rushing between her ears.
“Come ‘ere.” He slid his hand up along her forearm and jerked her to his broad, muscular chest while he towered above her petite curves by at least a foot. They rocked together as if magnetized. Pride swelled in her chest when she merely blinked at his actions though the rest of her practically dissolved in his arms soaking in the warmth of protection and the danger his veiled strength.
She didn’t put out a hand to stop him—though it wouldn’t have mattered. Jasper would have swatted it away and gripped her all the tighter, all the more painful, until there were tender bruises that she reveled in the next morning. Small, tender marks that would sweetly sting when he pressed on them across the breakfast table. Besides, it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t leave marks, even when she was good. He dragged his thumb across her skin with his stinging heat—like she was a roadmap to the only destination in the world that mattered.
And as she closed her eyes, her very cells cried out for more of his touch. Her hand curved along his solid, muscular hip. His gaze swept over her until she didn’t have to look at him to know his intentions. Her stare bore into his white t-shirt, her eyes focused so hard on him that she was shocked there wasn’t a hole in his chest that started smoking. His other hand shifted up from her hip to her shoulder, along her neck, and below her chin. Every place he touched hummed and she dug for willpower to keep her hand from shaking against the smooth, smoldering heat of his skin beneath his shirt.
One stroke along her chin with his thumb. Enough to set her teeth to chattering if she hadn’t had her jaw clamped shut in order to avoid him knowing the impact of his touch. Jasper was cocky—didn’t need any more help in that department. Until he gave her something, she would work to give him nothing. All day she’d labored with the knowledge of the sweet, hard press of his lips against her throat and the particular rat-a-tat-tat of his fingers against her clit.
The less reaction, the better.
Before she could figure out what angle he was working tonight, her husband jerked up her chin with a pleased grunt. Her head tipped back with a blink. A deep breath of pine filled her lungs until she ached lodging a noise in the back of her throat. She gauged the look in her lover’s calculating brown eyes. Against the backdrop of darkness with the subtle flicker to their right she could only make out the bright points of his eyes. As if flames danced within them. Tonight he would be the devil, her tormentor—the association inside her mind wasn’t a surprise.
“I’m the man that gets to remove all these trappings to get to the sweet treat of your nakedness. I’ll never take it for granted—though tonight you won’t be so lucky,” he breathed against her lips, barely a caress of skin on skin. Enough of a tease that she arched on tiptoe trying to meet his mouth, even as he was already on the verge of leaving her high and dry.
There was no reply, because he didn’t expect one. Even if he had, his chest brushed against the front of her sweater until the commanding caress of his hand that had shifted onto the nape of her neck became something of an anchor. Knowing the ritual, their odd little habits every Friday, didn’t make anything boring or old hat. In fact, her knowledge of what to expect in the beginning of their little dance only skyrocketed her anticipation—merely because she knew once his hands were off of her anything was up for grabs.
And with his hands on her while her knees shook, he kept her in place, their eyes locked with a mutual understanding. The next several hours would test them both. But it would be worth it—he always made every move worth it. Jasper’s mouth tilted in a gentle smile that she could barely make out. His gaze told a different, more ruthless story like the slow, predatory kneading along her nerve endings at her nape and forearm. Their only points of connection, yet the subtle contact was enough to send her thoughts spinning away in favor of simply basking in his touch.
“You know what comes next.”
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Elise Hepner Erotica/Erotic Romance Author

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Hot, Bold, and...Blind. My Newest Hero

Donovan's Blues is out at Secret Cravings Publishing Monday! As part of the Special Love line that celebrates different abilities, this sexy short story packs a huge erotic punch.

My hero, Donovan Strait, is a hot blues musician. He also happens to be blind.

But don't feel sorry for Donovan, or underestimate him.

Amanda makes that mistake at first, and he soon teaches her she needs to let go of any preconceived notions she has about blindness. 

Donovan may not have his sight, but he is able to 'see' a woman more clearly than other men--including all her erotic needs. Using his other heightened senses, he seduces Amanda, into an night of passion she will never forget.

                   But can she get him to stay longer than a one night stand?

“Are you excited Amanda?”

“Yes,” she whispered. In truth, she was very excited, more so than she could remember being by any man. Any remaining reservations vanished under his expert seduction.

“By me?”

He smiled, already knowing the answer. His voice dropped a few octaves. “You’re wondering what it would be like to be made love to by a man that knows things other men don’t…who can see you with his hands. Who could touch you in ways other men cannot.”

Amanda didn’t answer. She drew shallow breaths as graphic images flitted through her mind. His grip tightened reflexively on her wrist. Sensual awareness flooded Amanda. Her heightened pulse, her uneven respirations told him everything he needed to know, and he read her like an open book, as though her body was braille.

“A lot of men are only interested in what they see in women. What they narrowly define as beauty. With one, lone sense. They don’t appreciate a woman’s voice. The way her breath quickens as her excitement grows. The scent of her arousal. The smell of her perfume when she’s gone. People are meant to be tactile. Do you know the softest part of a woman’s body? Most men would say her thighs. What about the inside of her wrist? The area behind her knee. The underside of her upper arm. The webbing between her fingers and toes…?”

Donovan raised Amanda’s hand, pressing her delicate wrist against his full lips as his fingers laced briefly with hers.

Her skin burned with his touch and sparks lit up along her spine.

“Her lips, the area behind the ear…”

His hand touched her hair, trailing over the earlobe underneath and moving behind the shell of her ear, to Amanda’s sigh. She swore the whorl of his thumb left an imprint on the tender area, scoring it with heat....

Want to read more? Adult excerpt here

To Buy Donovan's Blues Click Here

Guaranteed you won't be singing the blues if you had Donovan in your life!

Want Donovan Free?? I am giving away a free copy, to double your chances to win, visit Secret Cravings blog too and leave a comment-- there's a free copy at each blog up for grabs! I will randomly pick a comment at each blog, be sure to give me a way to get in touch with you....I'll announce the winner tomorrow.
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Saturday, December 8, 2012

Wounded Warrior Blog Hop at Secret Cravings Blogspot

A very worthy blog hop is going on over at Secret Cravings to help support wounded veterans.

If you have time, please visit

Visit and follow the blog hop directions there, of clicking on the author's name to get to their blog. Don't forget to leave a comment & your email address. 

Those comments will raise funds for this worthy cause. Thank you so much for your support!

Monday, December 3, 2012

The Next Best Thing Blog Hop...You landed here!

Well, I am tickled pink to be invited to The Next Best Thing Blog Hop by writer Carolina Valdez! Thanks Carolina!

As part of the blog hop, I was asked some questions about my writing career:

1. What was the working and final title of your book?

My newest release, Irish Magic, with Secret Cravings publishing was released this November 16th! Originally I called it Magic of Ireland as a working title but felt it was a bit unwieldy.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
My book is set in Dingle Bay, Ireland, and I actually visited there in the past. My background is primarily Irish, with some Scots and English thrown in.  I am a celtic mutt for sure! I have always believed in fairies and been intrigued by Irish legends, so I wove a real Irish legend in my story about male fairies, called the Ganconagh, who 'seduce lasses.' My heroine, Kelly Murphy, falls for a local man named Sean Ahearn, who she believes she sees one night in the mist. But is it really Sean, or, has she been seduced by something paranormal?

3. What genre does your book fall under?

My story is an erotic paranormal romance. That's right, there will be steam!

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

What an exciting question! I would have to say Nicole Kidman for my female lead, who is a red head, and Gerard Butler for the male lead. He is Scottish, rather than Irish, but his fabulous, hunky looks, and his celtic charm would be perfect. Did I mention I am actually married to a Scotsman myself? Yum.

5. What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

Who, or what, is seducing Kelly Murphy in Ireland--is it local hunk, sexy Sean Ahearn, or is fairy magic afoot?

6. Will your book be self published or represented by an agency?

My book is published by Secret Cravings Publishing. I am very excited to be a part of the Secret Cravings family now, and that I have a new short release, Donovan's Blues, out soon with them

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

Probably a month, as I work full time as a nurse and only have so much time for wriitng, and it's a novella length...

8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

This story is kind of playful, there is almost a kind of chicklit feel to it, in addition to the erotic elements. Think Bridget Jones meets erotic romance, lol.

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?

I am always inspired by romance, love,and passion--and for this story, my own celtic background. I think love is the greatest 'magic' there is!

10.What else about your book might pique the reader's interest?

I think the fact that it is based on a real legend is exciting, and that I spun a hot erotic story around it!

Thanks for visiting, guys!

Please make sure to begin at Carolina's blog ...

And please be sure to visit some of my fellow authors at Secret Cravings Publishing, 
Mahalia Levey, by clicking this link  
Carole Preflatish at her link
Vanessa Johnston at
for their answers to these burning questions, and more,  posted on December 10th!