Thursday, August 30, 2012

What's Going On? + Survey

Hi everyone, Arianne here. I just wanted to check in and update you on what's going on with me and Kayla.

As you probably can guess, we both started our college semester in the past week or two. Kayla have been incredibly busy with her ambitious schedule, while I'm already overwhelmed with the assigned readings I've received after just one meeting with my classes.

With that said, we sincerely apologize in advance if we miss a day (or two) of posts. We are working hard to make sure there is something scheduled for each day of the month, but we probably would stray once in a while.

We are also currently working on something awesome. I don't know when we will make the official announcements, but you might get an email from one of us soon, if you haven't already did.

By the way, how do you all like the new blog design?? Any feedback at all? It's okay if you don't like it, but you have to let us know so we can improve it. Just leave it in the comments below and we'll take them into consideration. If you're like me and probably too lazy to leave a comment, fill out the form below instead :)

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Author Spotlight: Kellie Kamryn

Eyes are the window to the soul, words falling from our lips attempt to express our innermost desires, but it's the heart that holds the secrets behind our smile. Join erotic/romance author and poet, Kellie Kamryn, as she takes you on a journey of the heart with twenty seven poems of romance, love and lust you’ll never forget. Lose yourself in a world of Secrets and Desires of the Heart.

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An award-winning choreographer must face the only man she's ever loved then lost when they are teamed up to work together at a gymnastics camp for Olympic hopefuls.

Claire LeMay is at the top of her game - she's head of a prominent gymnastics facility with her gymnasts winning awards for her outstanding choreography. Now her biggest challenge is to coach alongside the man she's avoided for three years after he demanded she live in his shadow instead of forging her own path.
After sinking every penny of his inheritance into his state-of-the-art gymnastics facility, Justin Black has achieved his dream. But even with hundreds of members and well-trained coaches, when Claire's presence invades his space, he reluctantly admits she's the one thing missing in his life. As their old passion tumbles out faster than a gymnast sprinting down the vault runway, Justin knows he can’t let her walk out of his life this time.

Are they destined to repeat the same old routine or will they be able to choreograph a new one?


“We’re adults. We can share a bed to sleep. No big deal.”
She glanced away, hoping he couldn’t see her cheeks blush. “Exactly.”

He tugged on the other end of her blanket to get her attention. When her eyes met his, he asked, “Unless you’re chicken?”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. “That only works once.”
He stared her down. “I dare you to share a bed with me for the night.”

She sat heavily on the edge of the bed and slipped off her sandals. “That is a stupid dare.”

“No stupider than it was for me to fall for you and your little anxiety attack over performing the full-in this morning.”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and blinked at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her lips twitched as she fought a smile.

“Don’t play innocent with me.” Justin grabbed his pillow and smacked her in the face with it.

She squawked in surprise.

“You knew I’d take the bait,” he said. “I never could resist helping you.”

She took up her own pillow, kneeled on the bed, and hit him back. “Then you shouldn’t have been spying on me.”
He smashed his pillow into her ribs, nearly knocking her over.

She righted herself and took a swing at him, hitting him square on the side of his head, causing him to give it a vigorous shake.

The next thing she knew they were in the midst of an all-out pillow war. On their knees on the bed, they took turns whacking each other over and over. It felt good to take her frustration out on him.

Finally, he wrenched the pillow from her hands, took hold of her wrists, and yanked her up against his chest. Her nipples hardened on contact, and she inched back, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

His eyes flicked downward and then up. A slight move, but she saw it. She bumped her pelvis lightly into his and felt his bulging erection. Good. She wasn’t the only one affected by their physical proximity.

She wrenched free of his grasp. “That’s not fair, using your size against me.”

He shrugged. “All’s fair in l– war.”

Interesting slip up, buddy. She thought back to the days when they had wrestled with one another and he had used his strength to win. If memory served, she’d come up with some pretty creative ways of gaining the upper hand. He was in for a big surprise if he thought she’d give up so easily tonight. Even after all this time, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

She hopped to her feet and kicked one leg out, her shin connecting with the side of his
ribcage. Caught off guard, he toppled sideways, ending up on his back with her on top, her knees on either side of his torso, her hands pinning his arms to the bed.
Surprise registered on his face, but it wouldn't last long, and she knew it. She sprang off the mattress, flipped over his head, and landed on her feet on the floor. Quickly, she turned, and twisted his arms together in her grasp.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I’d forgotten how quick you are.”
Fresh out of ideas, she let go of him, having no desire to put herself in a more vulnerable position. But, she failed to step away fast enough. He reached above his head, grabbed her at the hips, and sat up while flipping her forward.

A squeal escaped her lips, and the next second, she was suspended upside down in the air with her face an inch from his crotch. She wet her lips at the sight of the bulge there.

The new head coach has barely gotten her beams in alignment when she's threatened with a lawsuit by a father for refusing to train his brat of a daughter.

Shelley Longstaff finally has her chance to be in charge only to rue the day when she is asked to train the dreaded Anna Fortier, a gymnast who has no sense of sportsmanship and makes everyone in her vicinity miserable. When Shelley refuses, she's threatened with a lawsuit by her father. To make things worse, Shelley has an inexplicable attraction to the arrogant rich lawyer!

Since his wife's death five years ago, Jacques (Jack) Fortier does whatever it takes to protect what is his. Shelley's club is his last resort to keep his daughter in the sport, but threatening to sue her isn't exactly his smartest move. When she grudgingly agrees to give Anna a chance, he finds himself attracted to the spritely gymnastics coach - the first woman he's had any feelings for since his wife passed away.

As Shelley and Jack leap over the line in their parent-coach relationship, Shelley worries over falling in love with a man who admittedly still loves his late wife. But when a crisis of teenage proportions threatens their relationship, will they risk everything for the chance to achieve The Perfect Score?


He didn’t say anything, but placed a hand on top of the one she had on his thigh. That’s when she noticed the intimacy of their current position. Flustered, she stood and gestured with her hands. “I wanted to go to the Olympics when I was little, but as I got older, I realized I wouldn’t make it. I changed my vision. I wanted to be able to compete, and later I wanted to become a coach. At university, I studied human movement, and I chose to be a part of the sport in a different way.”

“It’s something to think about.”
The faraway tone of his voice told her he didn’t like admitting defeat. Their eyes met again, and the intensity of his gaze had Shelley frozen to the spot. He rose, towering over her, and picked up one of her hands. Lifting it up to eye level, he flattened his palm against hers. Her hand was half the size.

Her heart pounded when he folded his fingers over hers, and the sound of blood rushing in her ears was all she heard. A small smile blossomed as she remembered what she’d thought the first time she’d seen the size of his hands.

“I like it when you smile,” he said, his voice deep. “What are you thinking?”

“The first time I saw your hand I thought it would cover my whole chest. Such an inappropriate thought when first meeting a parent of a potential club member.” She snapped out of her stupor and blushed deeply. “Oh, dear Lord, I can’t believe I said that.”

He shifted his gaze to her breasts. “Shall we test your theory?”

Her nipples hardened in response, and her eyes widened “It’s not appropriate for you to be staring at my breasts.”

“You shouldn’t have mentioned them.”

“Are we sixteen?”

“Far from it.” He glanced at her lips. “I suppose it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to kiss you.”

“Precisely.” Her voice was far too breathy for her liking. She tried taking her hand out of his, but he tightened his grip.

“I’m going to do it anyway.” He lowered his face toward hers.

She turned her head, trying to remain in control of this situation. Her brain told her this wasn’t a good idea. Her body said, What the hell? “Jack.” Her firm tone should have brooked no argument. Too bad it came out with a quiver.

His eyes closed. “Say it again.”

Her voice trembled when she spoke. “Say what?”

“My name. I hate it when you call me Mr. Fortier.”

“Mr. Fortier,” she began, but Jack caught her chin gently in his hand. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t try to escape. “Do you always expect to get what you want?”
“Not a lot of people say no to me.” His lips were a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Please say my name.”
With their lips almost touching, she whispered, “Jack.”
She had been about to say they should keep their relationship professional, and intimate contact was out of the question. But when he sealed her lips with a kiss, further protest died in her throat. He added a little pressure, and warmth spread throughout her entire body.

Her body responded like a woman dying of thirst needs water. She thought his kisses would’ve been aggressive like him, but this was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced. It spoke of moonlit walks and breakfasts in bed, promised tender good nights, and passionate good mornings, whispered words meant only for a lover’s ear, and dreams shared only with another.

Shelley had always viewed a kiss as a prelude to sex, but never to her future.

She drew back and pressed a shaking hand to her lips. Future? She had no future with this man beyond seeing him from time to time at the gym when he brought his daughter for practice.

Completely unnerved, she could only muster two words. “Oh. Wow.”

A full-time mom, Kellie Kamryn spends most of her days as an occasional chauffeur, part-time cook, half-time maid, arm-chair psychologist, and full-time Captain of her crew. In her spare time, she uses her imagination to write stories and poetry that sweep herself and readers into other worlds - everything from sweet to hot, steamy prose that will melt your heart (or your undies)! Her vivid story-telling and quirky sense of humor have gained her numerous 5-star reader and reviewer reviews. Truly multi-talented, when she has absolute quiet, she does voice work for one of her publishers by recording audio books.

PRO member of the Romance Writers of America, Kellie is a regular contributing blogger for the Ass Cheek Angels, and the Naughty Romance Writers. She is also a motivational speaker who will be presenting her workshop 10 Ways to Stay Positively Motivated In Writing and In Life at the Moonlight and Magnolias Conference in Georgia later this year.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Author Interview: Jessica Scott + Giveaway


1. You have such amazing covers. Have you met either of the models yet?
Sadly, my life is not so exciting that I'm meeting cover models. Apparently, there was a cover model (not either of mine) at RWA this year.
2. How did you come up with your book titles?
I can claim absolutely no credit for the titles. Elyssa Patrick gets full credit there. She is a title goddess!
3. How did you come up with character names?
Now this I can claim credit for. Honestly, I can't start writing until I find a name that fits. I usually surf through a baby book until I find something. I know, not very exciting of a method, huh?
Arianne: I hear a lot of authors do the same ;)

4. Do you outline your story before you write?
I am a panster by heart, however, I have to say I've forced myself to think through plotting and storyboarding. I am a huge fan of the index card method Alexandra Sokoloff teaches in on her website The Dark Salon and in her book Screenwriting Tricks for Writers. I had several ah ha moments in that book and it's my go to book when I've got story problems I'm stuck on.
5. What do you do when you're going through a writer's block?
Delete something. Seriously, usually if I'm stuck, it's my subconsicous' way of telling me what I wrote last isn't working. I've either written myself into a corner or gone off on a tangent. Delete is my favorite key on they keyboard.
Arianne: That is such a good idea! Might have to try that one day.

6. Do you have dreams about your stories?
I won't say that I dream about my stories but I do use stuff from dreams, like the emotions of situations, to try and create a more intense scene, if that makes sense. I had a battalion commander teach me that feelings are real but they're not always true. I use that in my writing to try and make emotions and feelings come off as real.
7. Anything you would like to ask our readers?
Who is your favorite tortured hero?

Because of You (Coming Home, #1)
Title: Because of You
Series: Coming Home, #1
Author: Jessica Scott
Pages: 262
Publisher: LoveSwept
Release Date: November 14, 2011
Buy Link: Amazon (Kindle)


From the war-torn streets of Baghdad to the bittersweet comforts of the home front, two wounded hearts navigate the battlefield of coming home from war in this explosive eBook original from newcomer Jessica Scott.

Keeping his men alive is all that matters to Sergeant First Class Shane Garrison. But meeting Jen St. James the night before his latest deployment makes Shane wonder if there’s more to life than war. He leaves for Iraq remembering a single kiss with a woman he’ll never see again—until a near fatal attack lands him back at home and in her care.

Jen has survived her own brush with death and endured its scars. And yet there’s a fire in Shane that makes Jen forget all about her past. He may be her patient, but when this warrior looks her in the eyes, she feels—for the first time in a long time—like a woman. Shane is too proud to ask for help, but for Jen, caring for him is more than a duty—it’s a need. And as Jen guides Shane through the fires of healing, she finds something she never expected—her deepest desire.

Until There Was You (Coming Home, #2)
Title: Until There Was You
Series: Coming Home, #2
Author: Jessica Scott
Publisher: LoveSwept
Release Date: October 8, 2012


He plays by the rules, she’s not afraid to break them. Now these two strong-willed army captains will prove that opposites attract . . .

A by-the-book captain with a West Point background, Captain Evan Loehr refuses to mix business with pleasure—except for an unguarded instance years ago when he succumbed to the deep sensuality of redheaded beauty Claire Montoya. From that moment on, though, Evan has been at odds with her, through two deployments to Iraq and back again. But when he is asked to train a team prepping for combat alongside Claire, battle-worn Evan is in for the fight of his life.

Strong, gutsy, and loyal, Captain Claire Montoya has worked hard to earn the rank on her chest. In Evan, Claire sees a rigid officer who puts the rules before everything else—including his people. When the mission forces them together, Claire soon discovers that there is more to Evan than meets the eye.

He’s more than the rank on his chest; he’s a man with dark secrets and deep longings. For all their differences, Evan and Claire share two crucial passions: their country and each other.


Giveaway ends September 17, 2012. International. Good luck everyone!

Friday, August 24, 2012

Giving it Up by Amber Lin (Review, Promo, Giveaway)

Title: Giving it Up
Author: Amber Lin
Publisher: Loose Id
Release Date: June 19, 2012
Pages: TBD
Buy here: Amazon | All Romance Ebooks | Fictionwise | Goodreads


Allie prowls the club for a man who will use her hard and then ditch her. Hey, it's not rape if she wants it. Instead she finds Colin, who looks tough but treats her tenderly, despite her protests.

He tempts her, but kindness and a few mindblowing orgasms aren't enough to put her back together again. Allie has no hope for a real relationship. Two years ago her best friend betrayed her in the worst possible way – she’d be stupid to trust a man again. Besides, she has her daughter to think of, the only good thing to have come from that dark night.

But when her rapist returns, threatening her sanity and custody of her daughter, Allie turns to Colin. Under his protection and patient touch, Allie begins to heal and learns to hope. Colin’s no saint, though, and his criminal past draws danger of its own. Allie must fight to protect her child and the man she loves, hoping her newfound power will be enough to save them all.

About the Author:

Amber Lin writes erotic romance with a dark, gritty bent. Think urban fantasy without the paranormal element and with more sex. On a more personal note, she’s married to her high school sweetheart, mother to a kid smarter than she is, and she spends her nights writing down dirty thoughts. In other words, life is good.


There’s a certain sultry walk a woman has when she’s bare that can’t be faked. No hose and no panties. The nakedness under my skirt was as much about keeping me aroused as it was about easy access.

I’d perfected the art of fuck-me clothes. A surprising number of men asked me out, even at a grungy club on a Saturday night. Cute little college girl, they thought, out for a good time. I saved us all time by dressing my part.

Tonight’s ensemble consisted of a tight halter and short skirt with cheap, high-heeled sandals, bouncing hair, and bloodred toenails. The scornful looks of the other women didn’t escape me, but I wasn’t so different from them. I wanted to be desired, held, touched. The groping fingers might be a cheap imitation of intimacy, its patina cracked with rust and likely to turn my skin green, but they were all I deserved.

My gaze panned to the man at the bar, the one I’d been watching all night. He nursed a beer, his profile harsh against the fluid backdrop of writhing bodies. His gray T-shirt hung loose on his abs but snug around thick arms.

His expression was unreadable, but I knew what he wanted. What else was there?

He glanced over but didn’t hit on me. I didn’t know why I kept tabs on him either. I wasn’t exactly discerning. I was trolling for sex, not a life partner. There were plenty of men here, men whose blackened pasts matched my own, who’d give it to me hard.

A woman approached him. Something dark and decidedly feminine roiled up inside me.

She was hot. If he wanted to score, he probably couldn’t do better, even with me. I tried not to stare. She walked away a minute later—rejected. I felt unaccountably smug. Which was stupid, since I didn’t have him either.

Maybe no one had a chance with this guy. I was pretty enough, in a girl-next-door kind of way. Common, though, underneath my slutty trappings—brown hair and brown eyes were standard issue around here.

“Hey, beautiful.”

I glanced up to see a cute guy wearing a sharp dress shirt checking me out. Probably an investment banker or something upstanding like that. Grinning and hopeful. Had I ever been that young? No, I was probably younger. At twenty-two, I felt ancient. The world had already crumbled around me and been rebuilt, brick by brick.

“Sorry, pal,” I said. “Keep moving.”

“Aww, not even one dance?”

His puppy-dog eyes cajoled a smile from me. How nice it might feel to be one of the girls with nothing to worry about except whether this guy would call tomorrow morning. But I was too broken for his easy smile. I’d only end up hurting him.

“I am sorry,” I said, wistfulness seeping into my voice. “You’ll thank me later.”

Regret panged as the crowd sucked him back in, but I’d done the right thing. Even if he were only interested in a one-night hookup, my sex was too toxic for the likes of him.

I turned back to the guy at the bar. He caught my eye, looking—if possible—surlier. Cold and mean. Perfect. I wouldn’t taint him, and he could give me what I craved. Since tall-dark-and-stoic hadn’t deigned to make a move on me, I would do the pursuing. A surprising little twist for the night, but I could go with it.

I squeezed beside him at the bar. Up close, his size was impressive and a little intimidating, but that only strengthened my resolve.

“Hey, tough guy,” I shouted over the din.

He looked up at me from his beer. I faltered a bit at the total lack of emotion in his face and fought an automatic instinct to retreat. His eyes were a deep brown, almost pretty, but remote and flat. Dark hair was cut short, bristly. His nose was prominent and slightly crooked, like it had been broken. Maybe more than once.

He looked mean, which was a good thing, but I was used to a little more effort. Even assholes provided a fake smile or smarmy line for the sake of the pickup. There was a script to these things, but he wasn’t playing his part.

Roller coaster of emotions filled with strength and determination to survive and all the lies that tangled everyone together.

This book had mostly downs but I incredibly enjoyed it. I couldn't stop reading this book! It was insane how I just wanted to finish the story. The book was a bit depressing for the first half, but there was something about it that I couldn't ignore.

Allie was about the same age as I am right now, but she'd gone through a lot. In the beginning of the book, she was yet on another hunt for a man to treat her rough because she thought she deserved it and nothing more. I felt really bad that she kept putting herself down, believing that she deserved everything bad that happened to her. She was a rape victim, and her experience scarred her for life. The struggle within herself was very touching and I found myself hoping I could make her feel better. The author did such an amazing job that I could almost feel Allie's pain when she had a little "fight" with the floor and ended up a bruised face. Her personal therapy, however, came from baking. I really wanted to be like her when it comes to that department. She sounded like the best baker in town. Despite that, it took a long time for her to develop her inner strength.
"Uh, Allie?"

In a knee-jerk reaction, I banged my head into the wood above me. A cry escaped me as tears sprang to my eyes. A sense of utter failure assailed me, and I contemplated just how long I could keep my head buried in the cupboard before it got weird. Not very long, it turned out, because Colin dragged me off the floor and into a kitchen chair with such horribly insensitive commentary as "Jesus" and "Are you okay?"

"I made a mess," I said flatly.

In acknowledgment he gently pressed an ice pack to my head.

I flinched, then let him hold me steady. "I'm sorry."

"Hey." That was all he said, his chiding tone tempered with concern.

The tears fell in streams then, making my voice all high and wavery as I tried to explain. "I'm sorry. I know you said dinner, and I tried to make it, but I just didn't...I didn't have time, you know? Or the ability to cook, either. I'm so sorry."

"Stop apologizing," he cut in.


"No, listen. I didn't mean you'd have to cook. I can cook, or we can go out. Don't stress out."

"I am so beyond stressed," I said, watery.

"Let's order a pizza."

The consideration and utter simplicity of the gesture touched me. "Really?"

He handed the ice pack off to me and pulled out his cell phone. "Ordering now. What do you want?"

"But the organic," I said. "And the grass feeding. I know you don't just order pizza."

"Pepperoni with extra chemicals? Got it," he said to me before he turned to the phone to place a real order. I swiped at the tears, but they didn't want to stop. While relief flooded me, I toyed with the empty box of lasagna noodles on the kitchen table. Idly I read the fine print.

"Hell," I said. "You're supposed to boil these first?"

"Silly mommy," Bailey said.
I couldn't stand the cool sheets, the drafty room, the black, yawning bay windows.

There was only one thing to do at a time like this. Night baking. I tiptoed from the bedroom, so as not to disturb the slumbering child across the hall, crept down the stairs, so as not to disturb the hibernating man in the study, and into the kitchen.

I opened the pantry door with a sort of reverence and fingered the packages, like a painter might before selecting his materials. A cheesecake, maybe? I'd gotten enough cream cheese for it. It would have to harden overnight, but in the morning, I'd drizzle it with melted chocolate and some of those raspberries.

Or maybe something chocolaty. What was I thinking? Definitely something chocolaty.

A tart. A light chocolate crust, a smooth truffle filling, and a shiny chocolate topping. A bit more foreplay, what with the three separate components, but--ah--the payoff. My eyes glazed at the thought. It was an orgasm in cake form. Really, no one could pamper themselves better than a baker.

Colin was the guy who took care of Allie, who was gentle to Allie, who treated Allie the way she deserved. Granted he had so many secrets that threatened Allie and her daughter, Bailey. Somehow, his gentleness and nobility made up for whatever bad things he'd done in his past. He accepted Allie and Bailey together without judgment. He saw something in Allie that no one else saw: a woman deserving of love and care. He was very protective of her. He was also a stubborn and silent man according to Allie. It was incredibly sexy ;) One thing that bothered me, however, was his dialogues when he finally spoke. They sounded creepy to me. Maybe it could have been written better.
Already feeling worn-out, I found Colin and Bailey on the living room floor where I'd left them.

"Phant," Colin said. "El-e-phant."

"Phhhhhhhhhh," Bailey said. Prepared this time, Colin blocked her easily with a cloth to catch the spray. She giggled.

"Phhhant," he said.

"Phhhhhhhoey," she said, then broke into peals of laughter when he wiped his hand.

"She's playing you," I said from the doorway.

He glanced back at me and winked. "I'm a sucker for that laugh." Ah, shit.

Stick a fork in me, I was done. Completely, positively, irrevocably in love with him. That too-full feeling closed in on my heart, and my eyes pricked. I turned to face the coat closet just to catch my breath. Oh God, I wanted to keep him.
Colin stomped out of the bathroom. The man could really throw a tantrum--quietly, though, like he did everything else. 

Philip was Colin's brother. He was essentially the bad guy, and even after a little glimpse of his humanity, by the end of the book, I was still unsure about him. Just like Allie, I was on the edge of trusting him or simply leaving him alone and accepting that he was a man with flaws for a reason. He did have a lot of money and he knew how to use them.
Leave it to Philip to do a breakup box backward, putting in extra stuff rather than leaving a few things out. I was surprised he'd even packed them himself, but I figured it anyone was giving away hundreds of dollars' worth of junk from Philip's place, it was Philip. No one else would dare.

Shelly was Allie's best friend. I loved their relationship. They were practically sisters. They looked out for each other, and Shelly even went as far as sacrificing herself to help Allie. I wish I had a friend like that, not the sacrificing part, but someone who understood me without saying too many words.
NOTE: There was a part in the beginning of the book when Allie was at Shelly's apartment and she told her daughter to "catch." The author mentioned below in a paragraph that they had only played roll before, so catching was a whole new world for her. I didn't like that part because it was as if Bailey was a dog instead of a baby girl.

Jacob was Allie's ex-best friend and rapist. He used to be good, but for that one night, he turned into a monster. He left, blah blah blah. He came back and wanted to be in Bailey's life, but Allie didn't want her daughter to be near him. The way things ended with him was weird for me. I didn't expect things to be that easy between them.

There were other minor characters who played important parts in Allie and Colin's life. Some of them bad and some of them just plain suspicious but are really good. Overall, I totally recommend this book. It is an adult book with some violent sexual acts so be aware of that.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Jezebel’s Article by Kayden McLeod (Book Review)

Jezebel's ArticleTitle: Jezebel’s Article
Author: Kayden McLeod
Publisher: Eternal Press
Release Date: December 2009
Pages: 47
Rating: 4 Stars
Buy Here: Amazon|Barnes & Noble

Jezebel has a new job writing a sex column for a small specialty interest paper in Vancouver, British Columbia, and attends a very specialized party…a sex party, in fact, where she meets two of the most tempting men she could’ve ever imagined. And to make it that much more tempting, they are vampires, one curiosity Jezebel can’t shed. Adrian and Doros watch her with growing desire, craving to take a knowing human, from who they didn’t have to cut their true selves off from. One they could play with to their heart’s content. The moment they meet Jezebel, it’s already over. There’s no contest, and now only one question remains: Will she want them, as much as they want her?

This is the first book I’ve read by Kayden McLeod and I enjoyed it quite well. As you can see from above Jezebel is a sex columnist who joins her cousin in going to a sex club to research for the next article she will be writing on threesomes. (Weird huh? I have read two books with threesomes in them lately – on accident)

Upon arrival Jezebel meets two very sexy and alluring vampires and she doesn’t know in that moment what it means to have captured their attention because Doros and Adrian are a package deal, you can’t have one without the other… but she soon finds out and man oh man how much I want to tell you in detail what happens… it is so HOT. Like steaming on fire hot.

This is a short book of only 47 pages and I wish it was longer because I was really enjoying the characters in this story. It’s awesome. Pick it up if you are looking for a quick steamy read. Kayden this was definitely great, I will be diving into some of your other books really soon.

Review by: Kayla

Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush by T.C. Archer (Promo+Giveaway)

Title: Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush
Author: T. C. Archer
Genre: Science fiction, Erotica
Publisher: Loose Id
Words: 35,000

ARe | Amazon | Fictionwise | BN (Nook)

Book Description

"Enforcer Fontana Marks is on vacation undercover until she has to testify against the Track Cartel for crimes against the Galactic Coalition. But the cartel is hiding something, and Fontana intends to find out what--then make them pay for murdering Jenny, the young scientist Fontana failed to protect on a previous assignment.
The last thing Fontana intends to do while vacationing incognito on the fantasy resort Sagitariun is follow the advice of her superior. "Rest, recuperate, and find a man."

But how can a woman resist a blond, blue-eyed, chisel-jawed, great-assed man streaking naked in public when he's obviously running from someone? And why can't she to get rid of the damned trench coat she stole to rescue him?"

PG13 Excerpt

The man shifted, and the loose-fitting white shirt went taut across his broad shoulders. Memory of his tanned skin and steel muscle hit like a thunderbolt, and Fontana’s stomach did a flip.

He grinned, a sure sign he knew he was being viewed through a one-way door. Desire rippled through her on a slow, sure wave that promised heart-stopping pleasure. She’d known good-looking men. Ray, her last serious relationship five years ago, had been gorgeous. She’d been mad for him, but the man standing outside her door had a quality about him that made her want to snuggle up against him and fall asleep.

Fontana snorted. Her body would disagree. Right now that part of her throbbed with an insistent desire to bed him—hard. Maybe then the flutter in her heart would have a say, and she’d fall asleep wrapped in his arms. That would be a welcome change to the sleepless nights she’d spent since Jenny’s death. It would be a temporary fix, but she could use at least one good night’s rest.

She sighed. First she’d better deal with the damned raincoat and find out how the naked man had escaped the shock troopers. Then there was the little matter of how he’d found out where she was staying.

Fontana rose and smoothed the form-fitting blouse and poly-cotton slacks she wore. “Open door,” she said, and the door dematerialized.

His stare slid down her body, and her nipples tightened to a delicious discomfort—and one he couldn’t miss under the millipore fabric of her top.

“Well, Mr. Long John.”

His blue eyes returned to her face. “Long John?”

She stepped aside and motioned him in. “Last time I saw you, your long johnson was standing at attention.”

He entered, and the door rematerialized behind him. “Give him a minute, and he’ll be at your command again.”

“What are you doing here?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist. “You said to look you up.”

She spun out of his grasp and backed up. “How did you find me?”

“Spacer Jack’s is brimming with information.”

He was right. She’d figured that out the first time she’d walked in. Even a benign resort like Club Sagitariun had a dark side. Proof stood right in front of her in all its masculine glory. No. All his masculine glory had been long, hard, and ready to go in the alley. Damn shock troopers. Ten more minutes and she would have had a quick hard ride on his steel rod.

He continued to advance.

She retreated. “Where’s my raincoat?”

He grasped her hand. “What do you need with a man’s raincoat?”

“The owner is looking for it.”

“Forget about him.” He stepped closer.


“I came to thank you for the coat. Let me buy you breakfast.”

Some offer—and not what she had in mind for jump-starting a morning that had begun four hours ago for her.

“It’s not my coat,” she said.

“We’ll find the owner and thank him—later. We have some unfinished business.”

Heat radiated from his body. Her pulse sped up. The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened. Her calves made contact with the bed. He stepped closer, grasped her hand, and pressed her palm over his heart.

Fontana ignored the warmth spreading through her and locked gazes with him. “What did those shock troopers want?”

He shrugged. “Never found out.”

“They never caught you.”

“I had to elude them so I could be here.”

That had a certain logic she liked.

His fingers gently tightened over the hand still pressed against his heart. “You’ve got my heart beating like crazy.”

She noted the hard muscle of his chest, under which only a regular heartbeat thumped, and pulled her hand away. “It’s not nice to lie.”

“I’m hurt.”

She wanted to laugh. He actually did look hurt.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all that we’ve shared,” he said.

Now she did laugh. Fontana was startled at the unexpected relief she felt. She hadn’t laughed since setting foot on Rigil IV. He cut off her thoughts by pulling her against him. His mouth crashed down onto hers. The hard ridge of his arousal dug into her stomach. She could almost believe she had a special effect on him. Almost. But that erection was just a little too ready—a little too eager—to belong to anyone but a working man.

About the Author:
T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast.

Evan puts his Ph.D. to good use by writing about alternate realities, and Shawn channels the mythology and philosophy she studied during her wasted youth into writing about exotic places and times.

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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Have you noticed something different?

Hey guys! So again you are probably wondering what the heck happened. It didn’t look like this the last time I came here. Well after much discussion and template trying Arianne and I decided to redesign Reading on the Wild Side. I really thought it was time for a change, something that would fit our blog perfectly, and I think this template is it.

I found a Wordpress template converted to Blogger and started toying around with it in a Test Blog that I have and really started to like it. I have spent about a week and a half tweaking and changing this template… and Arianne has been a major help with telling me what things I should add, take away, or change.

In addition to the blog design I really wanted a header that would be perfect for Reading On The Wild Side. So while looking around I couldn’t find anyone that I wanted to do it. Then I remembered how much I loved Erotic Romance Author, Skye Warren’s website. Her website is simply beautiful and amazing and I loved her header. Skye Warren was the amazing person who designed the header for Reading On The Wild Side and I just wanted to tell her how much I love it. Thank you so much Skye, you have no idea how appreciative that I am! Also, Skye writes amazing books. If you haven’t checked out her website or her books you can do so by going to Skye’s books are super steamy and also amazing. You are in for a treat when reading her books. I just posted a review on her book Beauty Touched the Beast and it was AMAZING.

I would also like to thank the followers who contributed to helping us make a decision. You guys are amazing! We would be no where without you. So thank you everyone who helped contribute to this template. I hope that it will make being at Reading On The Wild Side a better experience and change of scenery for you.

I promise I will stop changing the templates now lol. I'm sure you guys are tired of things being changed around here. Just wanted the perfect fit :D

What do you guys think about the new template? I would really love if you guys would share your thoughts! Thanks so much for stopping by Reading on the Wild Side.


Monday, August 20, 2012

The Trouble with Magic by Patricia Rice (Giveaway)

Hey guys! I am super excited to let you know that Sourcebooks Casablanca has offered to Giveaway a physical copy of The Trouble with Magic by Patricia Rice today. This is a US/Canada only Giveaway. You can see more information on the book below.

thetroublewithmagicIs Her Magic a Gift or a Curse...?

All the Malcolms have some magic, but Lady Felicity's ability to read people's emotions simply by touching them or their possessions overwhelms her. She's reached a marriageable age, but how can she ever wed when she can see so clearly a man's guilty secrets?

Only He Can Tell the Difference...

Ewen Ives, itinerant rake and adventurous inventor, knows better than to underestimate the mischief of the Malcolms. But sparks fly when he encounters Felicity, and Ewen can't seem to refuse her plea for assistance...


“Rice's enchanting book is truly spellbinding.” —Booklist

“You can always count on Patricia Rice for an entertaining story with just the right mix of romance, humor, and emotion.” —The Romantic Reader

“Patricia Rice's historicals are deliciously fresh, sexy fun. Never has the battle of the sexes been more charming!” —Mary Jo Putney, New York Times bestselling author

This time I am going to do things a little different, as you know I mostly do Rafflecopter forms for you guys to enter Giveaways but today all you have to do is answer this question in the comments section and leave your e-mail address in the comment also so that I will have a way to contact you :)

Here is the question (more like two questions, sorry!): If you could choose any magical power to have what would it be? Also, why are you excited about this book.

Remember, I will be picking the best commenter! BE SURE to leave your e-mail address so I can contact you if you are the winner. The contest ends on August 26th, 2012! Have fun guys and thanks for stopping by Reading On The Wild Side.

Post by: Kayla

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Beauty Touched the Beast By Skye Warren (Review)

beautytouchedthebeastTitle: Beauty Touched the Beast
Author: Skye Warren
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: November 27, 2011
Pages: 18
Get It Here (IT’S FREE): Amazon|All Romance E-Books
Rating: 5 Stars

Erin cleans Mr. Morris’ house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier. Blake Morris knows that he’s scarred both inside and out and no good for someone like her.

Then Erin walks in on Blake touching himself, moaning her name, and all bets are off. Beauty Touched the Beast is a short erotic story of lovers finding refuge with each other. Not for those under 18 years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.

Here lately I have been reading more erotic stories. I used to not really care for them much but I am finding that I am starting to enjoy some of them! This short novella is a prime example of why I have been enjoying them so much.

First off I love the theme of this story… Beauty and the Beast. Secondly, Warren did an amazing job at pairing these two together. Blake is an ex-soldier that thinks he is old and ugly and Erin is his “house keeper”. Erin cleans Blake’s house and while cleaning one day she walks in on him engaging is some pretty intimate acts. I find it so engaging that both characters secretly longed to be together…

It’s really short but super good. I DEFINITELY suggest this novella I mean it’s free and amazing! Erin and Blake together are SUPER damn steamy and you really don’t want to miss seeing what is on the pages of this novella. I also have a thing for “older” guys and younger girls being together in books and this most definitely had this element!

Very enjoyable, quick, and super damn steamy… Beauty touched the Beast was a phenomenal short erotic novella. I will be reading more of Skye Warren’s work very soon.

Review by: Kayla

Friday, August 17, 2012

Interview + ARC Giveaway with Jillian Stone


Title: A Dangerous Liaison with Detective Lewis
The Gentlemen of Scotland Yard #2
Author: Jillian Stone
Publisher: Pocket
Release Date: August 28, 2012
Pages: 432

Pre-Order Here: Amazon|Barnes & Noble

From the author of the well-reviewed An Affair with Mr. Kennedy comes a thrilling new romance in the Gentlemen of Scotland Yard series, featuring Rafe Lewis and his jilted former fiancée, Fanny, as they embark on a high-speed race against the clock to evade a madman hell-bent on murdering industrialists and inventors.
Special Inspector Rafael Lewis hasn’t seen the woman he jilted on the night of their engagement ball in five years. Fanny Greyville-Nugent has spent five years working side-by-side with her recently deceased father, a captain of industry in the steam revolution. When Detective Lewis and the Scotland Yard suspect that the late Mr. Greyville-Nugent was targeted for murder by an anarchist group determined to stop the proliferation of machines in the workforce, Lewis must guard his former fiancée with his life—much to her chagrin.
As Rafe and Fanny set out across the countryside from Edinburgh to London, danger lurks around every corner, but the biggest danger might turn out to be the embers of their previously smothered attraction smoldering to life.

Kayla: What do you love most about writing Romance?

Jillian: Hands down it is the experience of falling in love again, which is both a joy to write and to (hopefully) read.

Kayla: Are events in your books inspired by real life events, your imagination, or a little of both?

Jillian: I think if the writing is to have real impact, then it needs to come from both my experience as well as my imagination. Plus, there needs to be emotional honesty––even when the characters are being dishonest, eventually there must be a reckoning.

Kayla: What is your secret guilty pleasure? (Mine is Peach Rings lol :-)

Jillian: Oh, I luuuvvvv peach rings!  Mine would have to be a Gingerbread Pumpkin Baby Bundt Cake from  the Corner Bakery. Yum! They also make the most wonderful pretzel rolls.

Kayla: Could you tell us a little about you and your journey as a Author?

Jillian: I studied graphic arts and filmmaking in college, so I am a very visual writer. Which means that I try to write in a way that gets me, the writer, out of the story so the reader can immerse themselves in the characters and the subplot. In 2010, my manuscript for An Affair with Mr. Kennedy won the RWA Golden Heart and I went from no agent or publisher to signing with Richard Curtis and being offered a three book contract by Pocket Books. That summer, The Seduction of Phaeton Black also won the erotica category of the 2010 Romance Through the Ages contest for and was offered a three book contract by Kensington Brava. Needless to say I have been busy writing books this past year and a half! I live in Southern California and I am currently working on a special Pocket Star e-novella for The Gentlemen of Scotland Yard series.

Kayla: What is your favorite thing to do in the Summer?  

Jillian: Make lemon drop martini’s and barbeque! Hike up into the mountains and breathe in the ozone and scent of pine trees. Or spend the day at the beach and then take a drive along Pacific Coast Highway around sunset with all the windows/ top down. Heavenly!

Kayla: Do you like to write via pen and paper or the computer?

Jillian: My laptop goes with me everywhere! I do so much historical research that I need access to the internet at all times!

Kayla: One interesting fact about yourself?  

Jillian: Do I have to? Let’s’s a quirky one: I love zombie movies. My favorite television show––I look forward to every new season like a fan girl––is The Walking Dead. Anyone else? I’m just hooked!

Kayla: If you could visit any place in the world with ANY person, where would it be, who would it be with, and why? (I KNOW... that's a mouthful right?)

Jillian: I would want to be in late Victorian London with Oscar Wilde. Because he could show me the darker underbelly and introduce me to the beau monde. I find all of it fascinating!

Kayla: Thanks so much Jillian for being a guest here today! Also, Jillian has offered one signed ARC of A Dangerous Liaison with Detective Lewis to one lucky winner, thank you so much for that also!

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My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy by DL Jackson (Promo)

Title: My Boogie Woogie Bugle Buy
1 Night Stand Story
Author: DL Jackson
Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company
Release Date: May 29, 2012


When Grace Daniels goes to the cemetery to visit the grave of her twin brother, she meets a soldier, there for the same reason, or at least that’s what she believes until he tells her about the blind date her brother arranged before he was killed in combat.
It’s the date of her dreams. Big band, brass and sass, Madame Eve from 1NightStand has set her up for an unforgettable night, a WWII swing dance party. Unfortunately she’s having trouble letting go of her past, and is afraid to take the chance given to her.

Sergeant Frank Winters is an Army trumpet player who travels with the Color Guard, a great dancer and six feet four inches of eye candy that could make her an addict. He’s also a soldier and soldiers can get killed. Grace doesn’t have the heart to lose someone again, but Frank knows a good thing when he sees it, and he’s determined to show her in one night, she’s got more to lose if she walks away.


“For my next number, I’m gonna play something a little more laid back.” A slurry voice rang out over the headstones, echoing through what was supposed to be a closed graveyard. A trumpet began to play. Dah, dah, dum. Dah, dah, squawk.

She bolted up. “What the hell?” Believing she was alone, she’d bared her soul to her brother. She certainly wouldn’t have had that conversation if she’d known someone lingered nearby. She turned around three hundred and sixty degrees, until her gaze landed on a mausoleum backlit by the moon. A man stood on the roof with brass to his lips, butchering Taps. In his other hand, he held a bottle of what was probably in the glass on Geordie’s grave.

Grace swatted the debris from her pants and stomped toward the mausoleum, irritation prickling up the back of her neck. She stopped at the base of the stone structure and glared up. “What are you doing here at three in the morning? The cemetery is closed.”

“Whoa, hot chick in the audience.” He swayed, threatening to fall off the roof. “Feel free to toss your panties onto the stage in appreciation.”

She clicked her flashlight on and cast the beam on him. “I suggest you get down from there before you fall or I have to arrest you for public intoxication.”

He gave her a shit-eating grin. “You got handcuffs?”

“Oh, God,” she groaned under her breath. “Of course I’ve got handcuffs. I’m the police.”

He rocked and blinked his eyes. “You’re hot for a cop.”
“Thank you, I think. Now get down.”

“Okay.” He jumped, hit the edge of the roof, rolled off, and dropped like a stone at her feet, doing it with all the grace of a bag of potatoes. Yet he’d managed to keep hold of the bottle and not spill a drop. He put the horn to his lips and blew, but nothing more than a raspberry came from the mouthpiece. “For my next number, I’m going to play....” He looked up at her. “Any requests?”

“Yeah, tell me where you’re staying, so I can take you to your room.”

“Easy, girl. What kind of guy do you think I am?”

About the Author:

D. L. Jackson is an award-winning writer of urban fantasy, science fiction, military romance and erotic romance. She loves to incorporate crazy plot twists, comedy and the unexpected into her worlds. As a U.S. Army veteran, she naturally adores men in uniform and feels the world could always use more. She does her part by incorporating as many sexy soldiers in her novels as she can. When she isn't writing or running the roads, you can often find her online chatting with her peers and readers. Grab a cup of iced coffee, pull up your virtual chair and say hi. She loves emails and blog visits from her readers.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Butterfly by Kathryn Harvey (Review)

Title: Butterfly
Series: The Butterfly Trilogy
Author: Kathryn Harvey
Publisher: Avon Books
Release Date: September 1989
Pages: 511
Buy LinkAmazon (Kindle)
Source: Sent by Publisher for Review


Above an exclusive men's store on Rodeo Drive there is a private club called Butterfly, where women are free to act out their secret erotic fantasies. Only the most beautiful and powerful women in Beverly Hills are invited to join ...

Jessica--The lawyer, who longs for the days when men were men, and women dressed to please them

Trudie--The builder, who wants a man who will challenge her-all of her-with no holds barred

Linda--The surgeon, who uses masks to unmask the desires she hides even from herself

But the most mysterious of them all is the woman who created Butterfly. She has changed her name, her accent, even her face to hide her true identity. And now she is about to reveal everything to realize the dream that has driven her since childhood--the secret obsession that will carry her beyond ecstasy, or destroy her and everyone around her!

As mentioned above, this book was sent to me, claiming it was the "Next 50 Shades of Gray." Now, I have not read any of the famous E.L. James's 50 Shades books, but I heard that it had very graphic sexual scenes. I went into reading Butterfly expecting the same. Unfortunately, I was disappointed...

I've read a considerable amount of erotica books and Butterfly is not what I would consider one of them. It had sex scenes, yes, but they were not graphic or vulgar enough for me to agree it was erotica. The story telling itself was another discussion.

The story was well-written. Very few editing errors that could be easily overlooked. One thing I didn't quite enjoy was the character switches in every chapter. There were so many characters, sometimes it was hard to keep track of them. This book would definitely keep the readers on their toes. It was like a guessing game half the time. It was interesting in that way.

The story itself was sad, bordering depressing. I don't know what it was, though, but I kept on reading. Something about it captivated me that I can't put into words. I did enjoy the main character's drive for revenge. Her story was that of a successful journey, no matter how long it took. My favorite chapter was definitely chapter 36.

Chapter 36 reminded me of the reason why I wanted fame in my personal life. Fame came with power and money. Money meant I could help people. The protagonist of the story worked her way up to the top and had unlimited wealth, and it was truly inspiring how she gave back. Chapter 36 had me choked up with tears in my eyes and a smile on my lips.

Finally, I admired the author's ability to inspire annoyance, even anger from me. The way she wrote the character of Jessica really infuriated me, how she let her husband walk all over her and degrade her countless times. When she finally found her courage, I was very happy.

Overall, I don't believe this book is for everyone. One thing is that it is a very long book. However, if you want to read something controversial, I would recommend this book. Just be warned, if you are a reader of erotica, don't expect this to be. In my opinion, this is only offensive to those who doesn't like sex scenes to begin with.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

I Need You Guys’ Help On Which Blog Design To Use

Hey Guys, so I’m sure you’ve noticed a change here at Reading On The Wild Side. Yes, we’ve changed the template again. But we are having a hard time choosing which one to use because both Arianne and I both have very different tastes. So, this is where you guys come in. As our readers “you” guys are the ones who come and visit Reading On The Wild Side so below is a poll. We both thought it would be best if you guys chose. We would really appreciate if you guys would take the time to vote so we can figure out which template to use for Reading On The Wild Side. Below are the options:

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Lisa Mondello's Texas Hearts Series (Promo)

Her Heart for the Asking
Lisa Mondello
Texas Hearts – Book 1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

ISBN: 9781465908490
Number of pages: 192
Word Count: 40,000

Book Description:

Mandy Morgan swore she’d never step foot in Texas again after Beau Gentry left her for life on the rodeo circuit eight years before. But now her uncle’s heart is failing and she has to convince him that surgery will save his life. She never dreamed the first thing she’d see when she stepped off the plane would be her biggest nightmare...the one man she’d never stopped loving.

Beau Gentry had the fever for two things: the rodeo and Mandy Morgan. But for Beau, loving Mandy was complicated by his father’s vendetta against her uncle. This led him to make the hardest decision of his life and he can still see the bitterness and hurt on Mandy’s face. All these years it has killed him to think Mandy had forgotten him and moved as far away as possible from him. But now they’re back in Texas, and he’s going to do all he can to win back her love.