Friday, May 25, 2012

I HAVE THE WONDERFUL JAN GRAHAM IN THE HOUSE TODAY!!!

That's right, Jan Graham! I'm honored to have her in my crib today all the way from Australia. Don't you just love the Internet? Well, first I'm going to start off with an interview and then she'll get into the fun part with excerpts. So sit back and enjoy! Oh, and at the end leave a little love for Jan and let her know what you think. Thanks!


CYN: What makes a book great in your eyes?

JAN: I think a great book should have an intriguing storyline. I love romances but my favorite type of romance is one that has more than just boy meets girl and falls in love. I’m happier if there’s a bit of suspense or mystery thrown in as well.

CYN: I like the way you think Jan. Offer up a little more than the same old, same old. Do you have any guilty pleasures?

JAN: I enjoy spending the day in bed with a good book, particularly rainy days, although I don’t get to do that very often. I know it sounds boring but I don’t think I do have any guilty pleasures apart from that. 

CYN: LOL, spending time in bed on a rainy day, with a book or a significant other is always relaxing. With that said, what influences your writing? And why?

JAN: I’m influenced by a few things. The style of book I like to read tends to be what I write. So I try to include additional storylines along with the romance aspect. Some of my books have a BDSM theme, because I’ve been involved in that lifestyle for a while now and it’s something that’s familiar to me. I think being Australian probably influences the type of humor that appears in the books and the easy going nature of my characters.

CYN: Name one thing readers don’t know about you.

JAN: I was born on September 11 but I don’t celebrate my birthday on that day now out of respect for the victims of the terrorist attacks in New York. It just doesn’t seem right to be celebrating when so many people in the world are mourning. So now, each year I pick a date around the 11th and celebrate. This year my birthday will be the 8th September because it’s a Saturday so I can get together with friends.  

CYN: What an admirable thing, Jan. You have a heart of gold. What are you working on now?

JAN: I’ve just finished the final novella in the Sydney Cougar series for Secret Cravings Publishing and I’ve started writing the next two books from the Wylde Shore Series which are the BDSM-themed books out through Siren Publishing.

CYN: I love the Hot Flash series with cougars as the common theme from different authors. How do you usually come up with a story idea?  Dreams? Writer’s journal? Eavesdropping on conversations? Newspaper?

JAN: Most of the time the story ideas just pop into my head, or should I say the characters do. There’s not a lot to it really. I start a conversation with the character and the story tends to flow from there. I do have a writer’s journal and I make notes of ideas that come to me about future storylines, but it’s more a reminder of what to investigate for the next book.

CYN: Sounds like you're a pantster! Do you play music when you write? If so, what kind? Or, do you have to have silence or background noise to set your writing muse free?

JAN: I listen to a wide variety of music while I’m writing and it’s usually dictated by the characters I’m currently creating. For instance when I was writing Playing Jax, my hero Steve, was a huge AC/DC fan so I listened to a lot of their CD’s. Katie from Catching a Cougar really liked Pink, so those CD’s got a workout when I was writing that novella.

CYN: How well do you really know your characters? Underwear preference? Favorite flavor of ice cream? Coffee or Tea, Cola or Wine?

JAN: I know most of my characters really well, and yes even down to what underwear they like to wear, or watch their love interest wearing. For some reason they are all big coffee drinkers, although, Rhia, in Playing Jax likes iced tea. Not a lot of them are alcohol drinkers, but my hero’s do like a nice cold beer occasionally. I think that’s an Aussie thing. I like to put details about likes and dislikes in my books because I think it helps readers have a better understanding of who the characters are.

CYN: Details are good. Makes the characters seem real. Who did you dedicate your books to and why?

JAN: I generally dedicate my books to my friends, Suzie and Hepsi. They are really supportive and read the books before I send them off to publishers. However, the latest two books are both dedicated to my SO who passed away recently. He’s had an honorable mention before as the main coffee and tea supplier while I write, but the latest books are solely dedicated to him. I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to start writing full time if it hadn’t been for Shane, so I owe him a lot. 

CYN: So sorry for your loss Jan, but his memory will be in your heart as well as your books forever. Now on a fun side for questions, if you won the big lottery, what would you do with the money?

JAN: I’d buy a house and a car, maybe go on a holiday. Then I’d share the rest with friends and family, make some donations to a few favorite charities and invest the rest so I had money to live on until I die. Yes, I know, not very exciting am I…lol.

CYN: If you could choose an animal for a mascot, what animal would it be? What do you admire about this animal? Do you feel you have qualities similar to this animal? If so, what are they?

JAN: I’d probably choose a wolf to be my mascot. I’ve read that wolves, like humans, have individual personality traits based on the environment they’ve grown up in and their individual genetic code. I like creatures that express their individuality. I guess I’d say that I’ve always been good at expressing my individuality. I’ve never followed trends or fashions. So, I share the individuality trait with wolves. 

CYN: If you had the power to change two things in the world, what would those two things be?

JAN: I’d change the perception that some people have, who believe it’s their right to be violent or abusive to others. I’d also change the world so diseases like cancer didn’t exist, you know people could just grow old gracefully (or disgracefully if that’s your choice) and pass away peacefully in their sleep.
I think both those things would change the world significantly.

CYN: I agree wholeheartedly. Both my parents passed from cancer (different types) as well as other family members. It is a hideous disease. Violence and abusive behavior is deplorable too. Let's move on to happy events and one more question. What holiday do you look forward to most?

JAN: My favorite holiday is Christmas. That’s when my best friend makes her husband climb up on their roof and douse their house with more Christmas lights than a Griswold movie. It’s really amusing to watch him stomp around, untangle lights, curse and know he’s doing it because he loves her, not because he enjoys Christmas.   

 Love it. So we've come to the end of the interview. Jan has brought us two covers and an excerpt. Enjoy!
 
Blurb & Link for healing a Cougar’s Heart Cover



Isabelle O’Connor never considered herself the type of woman who needed a knight in shining armor to come and rescue her, until one does. Well he’s more a knight in blue jeans and white shirt. After all, it is modern times. Unfortunately, her perfect hero has a flaw... he’s a cop.  Isabelle decided years ago never to become involved with a police officer again, and she isn’t going to change her mind now.

Mark Dean loves being a cop. He also loves the hot redhead he rescued from a creep’s unwanted attention at a local nightclub. Mark knows that before he can gain Isabelle’s affection he has to convince her of something. Being a cop has nothing to do with her reluctance to date him. Isabelle’s heart never healed after the death of her husband and Mark makes it his mission to help heal this feisty Cougar’s heart.

 Blurb & Link for Playing Jax Cover



Steve Jax buried his heart, along with his soul mate, two years ago. He had his turn in the game of love and it didn’t work out, end of story. His new neighbor might stir certain passions within him, but his dark, kinky desires aren’t the sort of thing a sweet, naïve ex-nun should be exposed to. All he has to do is convince the determined little minx of that?

Rhiannon McCabe has never been in love. She’s hidden under a religious veil since she was eighteen, now everything’s changed. She’s left the church, created a new life, and finally met the only man to ever arouse her sexual nature. Steve might think he doesn’t have the capacity to love her, but she’s determined to convince him otherwise. If love really is a game, then Steve Jax is a prize worth playing for.


Excerpt for Playing Jax

Steve watched Rhia thoughtfully. This was the penguin? Surely not. She was too shapely, too young, and too pretty. Hell, she was too damn sexy to have ever been a nun. He couldn’t decide if the fact he was growing hard under his jeans meant he was destined to go to hell. A smile edged at his lips as Rhia adjusted her top so he couldn’t see her stomach, the downward pull of the shirt revealing tightly budded nipples beneath the fabric. Maybe he wasn’t the only one in this conversation having impure thoughts. His cock pulsed harder as he thought of a befitting punishment for a nun with impure thoughts.
His black, heavy-weighted leather flogger sprang to mind. He imagined her cuffed to the St. Andrew’s cross he kept stored in his garage, him behind her, wielding the first lash of leather tails against her skin.
His cock stiffened and pressed uncomfortably against his tight denims. Steve needed to get his mind under control. If he didn’t, Rhia would be in all sorts of trouble. Besides, he got the distinct impression she was a little uncomfortable being this close to him. She fidgeted with her clothing some more. Maybe she simply felt a little exposed in that snug little PJ set…that damn-fine, hug-her-body-like-a-glove, little PJ set.
Stop it, you Neanderthal, she used to be a nun.
Steve cleared his throat and addressed the issue at hand. Well, one of them. There was nothing he could do about his erection at this moment in time.
“So…did you bring a key out with you, or do you need help to get back inside?” Steve removed his leather jacket and handed it to her. “So you don’t feel as exposed.”
He watched as she took his jacket and quickly shrugged it on, wrapping it firmly around her body. Well that did nothing to ease the throb in his pants. Now she looked even sexier. The jacket completely covered her. The arms were way too long, and the leather kissed against her bare thighs as she tried to adjust the sleeves so her hands were exposed. Jesus, now she looked like she had nothing on, except the jacket. The sound of her voice snapped him back to reality.
“Thank you, Steve, and yes, I do need help to get back in.”
He dipped his hand into his jean pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He could feel her watching him but knew he couldn’t afford to look at her. If he got any harder, he might bust the zip in his pants. Then there’d be no hiding what he felt about her. His beast of lust was trying to break its leash, and he was not going to let that happen. Well, not tonight anyway.
Not any night, you idiot. She’s Meg and Barry’s sister…and she used to be a nun.

Author Bio:

I live on the fringe of both Sydney and the Southern Highlands in NSW, Australia. I have enjoyed writing throughout different periods of my life, but it is only now that I have the ability to work on it in a full time capacity. I love the imagery the written word creates in one’s mind and therefore I am an avid reader as well as an author.
At the end of 2010, after many years of working in the “real” world, I finally decided to make writing my career. I currently have books under contract with Siren Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing.
I am pleased that I’m finally able to give the characters that swirl around my head on a constant basis the opportunity to put themselves down on paper, and hopefully entertain others as much as they amuse me. More information about what I’m up to can be found at http://www.jangraham.com.au


 Thanks again for joining me today Jan! Hope you come back and visit again.


Friday, May 18, 2012

The Villain's Side of the Story!


Hi Readers,


Welcome to the Villain-Tines Blog Hop. May 18-20 Secret Cravings Publishing, is having a weekend blog-a-thon of fun and contests, where some of the  author's evildoers get their chance to tell their side of the story. My most infamous evildoer is Dragos Munteanu, a heartless vampire who has been in two of the Born Vampire series, and in the third is mentioned even though he doesn't "exist" any longer. Hmm, I wonder? He's asked that his side of the tale be told. So, I've decided to give him a chance to explain why he does the things he does in a one-on-one interview over on Tabitha Shay's for the weekend. Here's the link: http://tabithashay.blogspot.com/  

Expect some delicious prizes.  I'll be posting announcements and sending out emails closer to the date. Plan to be here. A party just isn't a party without you!

My guest author is Shannon West! Below is the interview with her villain from Fire and Ice! Enjoy!!!

Cynthia Arsuaga


Fire and Ice

 1.       Are you upset your name is not in the title? As a matter of fact, I am.  Fire and Ice?  Stupid name.  Should be The Revenge of the Dokalfar, because I am definitely the most important character.  Has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?

2.      Why do you hate Brandr?  He’s so blond.  I like brunettes, of course, with nice, pale skin.  I could have gone for him, but he was all wrapped up with those silly human creatures. 

3.      Do you have a love interest?  Of course not! Again, stupid Brandr went for the human boys instead of beautiful me.  As a shapeshifter, I could have been a boy for him, if that’s what he likes.

4.      Are you planning on a sequel?  Well, duh.  Shannon killed me off.  I would have been great in a sequel too.  What a bitch!

5.      Did you get any sex in the book?  I was actually just about to get it on with Harald, a really cute human male.  Very hot too.  Then Brandr had to break it up to save his puny life.  I had to use all my pent up sexual energy in the fight later on.

6.      Did you kiss the hero?  One of them—Harald, the hunk.  Tasted good too—for a human.  It really would have been a shame to kill him.

7.      Did you fight much with your author?  We fought constantly!  I usually won too, but she killed me off in the end, so she got the final revenge. 

BLURB for Fire and Ice:
  Jory, a handsome young Danish slave, given as a blood sacrifice to a monster who has been ravaging the kingdom, finds himself alone and terrified waiting for certain death to find him. Instead, he is taken up by the “beast” and carried to a secluded cave where he discovers his resucer is not a monster, but a beautiful Light Elf, named Brandr, who gives Jory a night of incredible passion locked in his arms. Together they set out on a dangerous quest to save Brandr’s life, meeting along the way a handsome Saxon warrior who develops an unquenchable passion for them both.  They form a triad to save Brandr, and join in their quest for revenge.  Soon the three men find that vengeance is a doubled edged sword that will threaten all their lives.


Excerpt for Fire and Ice--Rated R


     When they reached the privacy of the trees, Harald turned to Brandr and held out a hand.  “I want to apologize to you.  I’m sorry for the feelings I have for Jory. I can’t help them, but I won’t ever act on them. I want you to know that.”
        Brandr looked down at his hand, but didn’t reach out to take it.  Instead he looked Harald directly in the eyes, cocking his head to one side.  “Yet you still have strong feelings for him?”
      Harald flushed and dropped his hand.  “I said I wouldn’t do anything about them.  I’m trying to tell you I’m sorry.”
         Brandr said nothing, but began to advance on Harald, walking slowly toward him.  Harald backed away. Brandr made him nervous and uneasy and had since the first moment he'd seen him.  He was almost frightened by him.  Brandr kept coming until a tree halted Harald's retreat, and he put a hand on his knife at his belt, ready to use it if Brandr made it necessary.  What was wrong with the man?  Couldn't he see he was trying to make peace? 
          He looked up into Brandr's face defiantly and froze in shock as Brandr's mouth came down on his roughly, fiercely.  Brandr pulled Harald up against him and ground their cocks together.  Harald tried to push him away, but Brandr's chest was like stone.  He wrapped his arms around Harald, trapping him, holding him in a rock hard embrace, unable to move.  The assault on his mouth continued.  Brandr bent his head back and thrust his tongue between Harald's lips, teasing and playing with Harald's tongue, making him gasp for breath and go weak in his knees.
            Harald stopped struggling and went limp.  Brandr's hands pulled down his trousers, and though Harald wanted to protest, he found he couldn't move, couldn't even cry out.  He kissed Brandr back, breathing hard, hating and yet loving the hard feel of muscles and being overpowered and swept away.  He felt helpless, yet at the same time he wasn't afraid.  Brandr's hands caressed his cock, already risen up to stand rock hard.  He couldn't catch his breath as Brandr turned him around and bent him over.
       Harald stopped struggling and went limp. Brandr’s hands pulled down his trousers, and though Harald wanted to protest, he found he couldn’t move, couldn’t even cry out.  He kissed Brandr back, breathing hard, hating and yet loving the hard feel of muscles and being overpowered and swept away. He felt helpless, yet at the same time he wasn’t afraid. Brandr’s hands caressed his cock, already risen up to stand rock hard.  He couldn’t catch his breath as Brandr turned him around and bent him over. 



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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

TODAY IS RELEASE DAY!!!!


The highly anticipated Book 2 of the Shifter Tales is here! Yay! Mike and I are excited to share this new installment of the case files from Drake Martin's stash. This tale takes place twenty-six years later and bring another whole array of shape-shifters to the reading audience. Here's the blurb and a little excerpt:

A Dog

Drake Martin, the Yorkie shifter, and Sufi of the North American Shape-shifters, returns and this time he has a new shifter to play tag with.

A Cat

Kady Martin, Drake’s wife, has a new alter-ego as Tabitha, the Russian Blue Maltese.

A New Game of Tag

Twenty-six years later, the dog and cat play more than tag when, with their son and mixed array of shape-shifting friends, battle a new monster in town. 

Death follows the happily married couple as carnage and mayhem run rampant in the streets of the Big Easy. With help from family, the shifter clan, and white magic the loving pair maneuvers through rebellious children, while battling the terminal illness of a dear friend, and the menace bent on bringing the city to her knees.

Oh boy!

EXCERPT:


The scent of fresh lavender and jasmine soap filled every sense. My arms hugged her to my expectant chest. Before she could react, I took immediate advantage by thrusting my tongue between her lips to taste the sweetness inside. Despite the thousands of times we’d shared love, the experience revealed a new and different surprise. She jolted at first, but soon relaxed under my gentle touch.
I peeled down my jeans and stepped out of them, and then removed my shirt. I stood before her naked, with cock jutting forth to show Kady how much I wanted her, no matter how many gray hairs she thought she had or extra pounds she hadn’t shed. I offered her a wicked grin and raised an eyebrow. “All for you, baby.”
At first, her expression was nondescript as she lowered her eyes and surveyed my nakedness. Then, a small smile crossed her face. I had her.
I removed the nightgown in one quick pull of the hem over her head. I think the erection I sported doubled in size at the sight of her nude body. I never grew tired of gazing upon the beautiful Kady.
I scooped her in my arms, lifted her from the vanity stool and holding her close, carried her to bed, covering her mouth with mine as I did. She panted softly as I released the embrace and reclined beside her on the mattress. We had danced this erotic tango many times, hot and intense, but tonight something seemed different. Kady wasn’t the same. She jerked again when I ran a warm palm over her full breasts, swollen from lack of nursing our son. I hadn’t seen her so sensitive toward my fondling in a long time. I pulled back until she relaxed and returned the caresses.
Slowly deliberately, I kissed her forehead, her nose, and then crushed her lips beneath mine. This time she didn’t tense. The passion flowed, and she surrendered to my kiss, parting her lips, accepting me without hesitation. I sensed the excitement tingling through her, goose bumps rose on her creamy skin as my hands smoothed down her arms then stomach. My tongue trailed from her chin, down her neck to between her breasts, then laved over to one nipple and circled it.

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 Cynthia Arsuaga