Guest Author Kayelle Allen Interview and new release

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!

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

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

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?

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- Rip Cord and "Crazy Questions"

 

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?

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

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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