Sunday, May 27, 2012

Ten Reasons to read The Born Vampire Series or The Forces of Beauty Series:
      1.       My vampires come in all shades, at least 50.
     2.       My vampires don’t sparkle.
     3.       My vampires have sex with their human lovers. Lots of sex. The hot and steamy kind. Sometimes a little kinky.
     4.       My really bad vampire villains go after the hero and heroine in interesting ways, and they are bent on destroying the world if they can get away with it.
     5.       My vampires fall in love with real women who are beautiful and sexy women only for them. Cougars, curvy, and intelligent women who set  their vampire lovers’ hearts and parts afire.
     6.       My vampire stories are well-written, full of action and excitement, and in worlds that feel real and easy to believe.
7.       My vampires come from all walks of lifeknights, cowboys, Native American, private investigators, entrepreneurs, businessmenall with extraordinary powers.
     8.       My vampires are dark and edgy, but have a loving side only their women can tame.
9.       My vampires aren’t for the faint of heart and can be a bit violent and pretty bloody at times. Sorry no pun intended, but hey they are vampires after all.
10.    My vampire stories aren't "Mommy porn" or any kind of porn. Erotic yes, porn no. They have a story, character development, a plot and most importantly,  romantic love with a happy ending.
Check out The Born Vampire Series at Secret Cravings Publishing or any of your favorite retailers, Amazon, Bookstrand, Barnes and Noble, All Romance Ebooks.
WARNING: The stories are erotic romance, bordering on erotica, and should be read by those who swear they are over eighteen and can take the heart-pounding suspense and thrills. Must be read with a glass of glass of wine (or ice water) and your significant other by your side.

Saturday, May 26, 2012


Welcome Mahalia to my crib today during the Memorial Day Weekend! I know everyone will be busy the next couple of days, but I hope if you've taken the time to stop by, you'll leave her some love and read the excerpts!

Shut Up and Kiss Me
Being the bad girl has been Carrie’s gig since childhood but being good for a certain drummer boy promises a beautiful future.

Brought up in a traditional family Carrie Stevens fights the bounds of propriety and flaunts her deviance with no regard to personal consequences. With one exception…her big brother’s wishes where his band is concerned. The sparks that fly when she’s around the one taboo she’d love to date are only a tempting siren’s song, until she sees there’s more to Shea than she’d originally thought. The sexy drummer might just make her lose her heart, if he can put her past to rest.
Shea McNamara has been in love with Carrie Stevens for years. Running in the same circle as her isn't easy. Her choice in men irks him but she's in his blood as much as the drums he loves to beat. All he has to do is convince her there’s more to life than the fast lane. With her flirty attitude he refuses to allow her to call the shots.

She ducked to the table, opening the crates to set out the shirts, posters, stickers, hoodies and underwear with Crimson Rage’s logo on them. Carrie smiled greeting fans that came up to buy from her. When the area cleared, she stuck her head under the table to pull out more pieces. A shadow eclipsed the light she needed to search through the tubs. Agitated, she looked up, ill prepared to see her ex, Ty hovering over her. “I’m working.”
“Come on now, sexy. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”
Some things never changed. Apparently he thought coming onto her with a weak ass line would get him somewhere. Ty looked good, immaculate, matter of fact too perfect, from his kohl-lined eyes to his professionally groomed hair. An opportunist if ever there was one, he never missed a chance to climb higher using others to help him get there. Too bad she didn’t see the signs before dating him for half a year. “You’re wasting your time. I never go backward.”
“Not even a good fuck for ole time’s sake. You know the spot we always nabbed, against the wall.”
“What are you really here for? I was nineteen when I let you bang me behind the stage after you played a really horrible set.” Blunt to no end, she slapped the handful of packed T-shirts on the table.
“Who says I want something?” Ty’s eyes darkened. If he wasn’t such a beanpole in skinny jeans she’d be afraid he’d lay a hand on her.
“Whatever you want Ty, I don’t. Please leave me alone.” Instead of leaving he bent down to the table, trailing a finger down the side of her face, his eyes drifted to her breasts. She shuddered in revulsion and leaned back, slapping his hand away. “Fuck off.” To her horror, the song ended at the precise moment she screamed the words. A hush fell over the on-lookers, keen on the drama playing out in front of them.
“Fine. When I make the big time don’t come crawling on your knees back to me.” Ty sauntered off to the bar to get a drink.
Carrie fumed in utter humiliation. With a fake tight-lipped smile pasted on her face, she sold out of merchandise.
“Hey, carebear.” Shea’s voice broke the monologue running through her brain, screaming murder, murder, murder. He held out a fresh drink for her. She snatched the plastic glass from his hands quickly to avoid the zing of excitement his brief touch left her wanting.
The blessed taste of grape vodka and lemon lime soda soothed her parched throat while giving her a moment to compose herself.
Shea tipped back a bottle of domestic beer and leaned on the edge of the table regarding her.
“Tryin’ to figure you out, carebear.” The way her pet name rolled off his tongue in a thick whiskey tenor sent lava through her veins.
She wondered what he was up to when he set his empty bottle down. Kneeling, he grabbed a bag, rummaged through it and withdrew a black T-shirt. Shit. He planned on switching out from his sweaty one right in front of her. She played nonchalant by taking a swig of her drink.
He edged the shirt up his sweat-incased body over his head. Who said sweat on a man wasn’t sexy? Not her. He mopped his chest with his damp shirt and stuffed the soiled garment in his shoulder bag. Nice. Her gaze roved from his abs of steel, up to his pierced nipple and across the tribal artwork on his shoulder wanting to devour every inch of him.
Suddenly Kiss Me Deadly played in her mind. Great time for 80’s rock music to enter her brain.
“Nice humming voice.” When Shea chuckled, she realized she’d begun humming the Lita Ford song. Gah…She sucked down the rest of her drink and choked on a small bit of ice. Shea pounded on her back.
“The ice melted. I’m good.”
“Heard you were back in town. Plan on staying long?”
“I’m here to stay for a while.” Disappointment hit when he shrugged into the new T-shirt. Damn he looked even better with the shirt stretched over his muscles, she thought as she tilted back in her chair. He would never wear skinny jeans or kohl on his eyes. The prospect of making him her new lover rammed into her for the briefest of seconds again.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Where the new beer in his hand came from, she didn’t have the slightest clue. So she said the words currently on the tip of her tongue. “Wanna fuck?”




Neveah Harris finally has her chance. Two albums in a row she’s worked with Crimson Rage’s lead guitarist. From his perfectly styled hair to the faded jeans and tee’s he sports, she’s quickly becoming groupie fan number one. The only problem is, he doesn’t notice her dropped jaw every-time he enters the same room. Her age and weight are issues she must face in order to drum up enough courage to get his number.

Wade ‘Garrick’ Stevens is psyched to work on the newest cover for his band mates. They have a vision that only one sexy graphic artist can bring to life. The last two sold goldmines thanks to her brilliance. Underneath her professional front he senses she may be into just more than a working environment, which is just fine with him.

Years younger than her, he plans to convince her on one date. He’s sure sparks will ignite.


Garrick moved from her ass to her top. With a flick of his fingers he popped open the buttons on her shirt, running his hands up her sides, to glide over her water bra. A solid B cup embarrassed her and added to her feelings of inadequacy. Blushing, she met his curious gaze and hint of smile. On bated breath she waited for him to divest her of her shirt completely. How did he make love? Was it the same way he played music. In any event she wasn't far from finding
out the answer. His unhurried pace agitated her though.

“You're like opening a favorite Christmas toy.” He bent and bit the curve of her nape, his hands skimmed down her arms sending her top to float to the floor and slid up her back, freeing the hooks on her bra. Garrick hooked his fingers in the straps and drew them down. Nevaeh's cunt clenched, her nipples hardened under his scrutinized appraisal.

“So perfect and I still have your sexy ass to see. Are you wet for me?” He cupped her breasts and squeezed. “I hope you're drenched.”

“Are you going to get undressed?”

“Eventually.” He winked and flicked open the button on her jeans. “Take them off nice and slow for me.”

Garrick made wiggling out of her jeans easier. Her hands quaked so much she wasn't sure she‟d have been able to undo her own button. Heat flushed to her face. With him she felt sexy. Under her lashes, she watched him take off his shirt and toss it on the floor. Ever had that feeling to just get something over with? Nerves overcame her arousal and she fumbled, unsure of herself. If just seeing him shirtless had the effect on her senses, how would she fare seeing him nude. “Oh God. Oh God.”

“That's usually reserved for later.” Garrick's response hit her. She'd said it out loud.

“I‟m sorry.” Nevaeh bent over to unbuckle her wedges and kicked them off her feet and whipped her head around to catch his response.

“What did we say about that phrase?”

Flushed red she turned to him clad in lace hipsters, she covered her breasts with her hands. Underneath his pants, the evidence of his arousal jerked. Nevaeh forced herself to bring her head level to his.

“Do you tease every woman you bed?” Instantly she regretted bringing up his past lovers. Garrick moved fast. He gripped her chin and glared at her.

“I'm—” He cut her off fusing his mouth to hers. Attraction mixed with a sudden surge of irritation and power left her breathless. He ran his hands to her lace and ripped each side in half. A slap on her ass propelled her to guess at his bidding. She spread her legs a few inches and the material brushed against her leg, fluttering to the floor. He plundered her mouth ruthlessly to the point where pain and pleasure mixed, the nips of his teeth and sweeps of his tongue turned her body into mush. Nevaeh slid her palms up his heated skin, noting no tattoos or pierced nipples. Using her fingernails, she grazed his nipples. Rigid muscle tensed under her touch. Pleased, she
lowered her head and took his nipple into her mouth, tweaking it with her teeth. A hard slap landed on her bare ass, warming it. The burn elicited a moan from her lips.

Garrick pushed her toward the couch with gentle dominance, directing her to the front. “I'm in the mood for a snack first.” He shoved her down roughly. In her life, no one had ever looked
at her with such raw hunger before.

Thanks again for stopping by Mahalia, those are some hot excerpts! Mahalia has graciously decided to give an ebook of either Shut Up and Kiss Me or Rhapsody. All you have to do is leave a comment and one lucky commenter will be drawn by on Sunday.

Friday, May 25, 2012


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, na├»ve 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

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