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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

WALLBANGER by Alice Clayton

I love to read books that I wouldn’t even attempt to write.  Wallbanger is a witty, silly, and provocative story.  The characters hide nothing about what their thoughts can make them want and eventually do with each other.

The charmingly big city of San Francisco hosts Caroline, a designer who lives with her goofy cat, Clive, and Simon, the undeniably hot man in the adjacent apartment.  Keep in mind that Caroline’s bedroom wall is the other side of Simon’s bedroom wall, hence, “wallbanger.”wallbanger by alice clayton

They both live the single life, Caroline missing the big “O” in hers, and Simon getting all kinds of action.  When Simon’s “wallbanging” interrupts her sleep more than not and Clive likes to sing-meow along, Caroline confronts her neighbor.

They openly discuss what sex life fits their needs.  Unbelievably enough, this morphs into a friendship.  And that’s all you need to start a relationship, right?

I couldn’t flip the pages fast enough to get through each conflict that arose and to discover what could possibly keep these to adamantly single people in line with each other. 

A definite must-read to lighten your day!


Happy reading,
P.S  Let me know if there are books you'd like to see reviewed:)


Sunday, November 24, 2013

Guest Siobhan Muir and a Giveaway

Where do you get your ideas?

I get this question a lot as an erotic romance writer and most people mean it in a happy curious way, rather than the nervous-twittering way. For me, writing stories, particularly magical adventure stories, is just as easy as breathing. The ideas are everywhere, and when I haven’t had a really good one while awake, they come to me in dreams.

Anything can set me off, though. For example, I once watched a really bad musical version of Cinderella where the actress of Cindy sang to her chair. Her chair! What is wrong with this woman? I immediately went home and wrote a Cinderella version set in the future on a space station in the rings of Saturn. It was entitled Ringo’s Spaceport. “Cindy” was the hospitality manager and the “prince” was the leader singer to a famous rock band who’d come on their concert tour of the solar system. No singing to chairs, I assure you.

Another great way to get ideas is from #flashfiction. Have you heard of this? It’s the art of writing a whole story in a limited word count to a prompt. Often the prompts will be something like a word, a phrase, or even a photo, and you write anywhere from 100 to 1000 words to that prompt. Sometimes you have limited time and an unlimited word count. Other times you get twelve hours and 250 words. The host sets up the prompt and off you go. I host my own #flashfiction challenge, #ThursThreads, and everyone is free to join in, even just to read.

You can write a whole novel with #flashfiction. Don’t believe me? I have a friend who’s writing a “serial novel” just six to eight sentences at a time, and he posts them on his blog every Sunday. He’s named it Revenant and it’s a good read so far. Space Zombies. Gotta love it. I’ve used #flashfiction to push my story ahead and give it exciting little scenes I can connect to make a broader, fuller tale.

My upcoming release, The Navy’s Ghost, started out as a dream and I added to it through #flashfiction. In the dream, I woke up in the hospital after experiencing an ambush where I’d almost bled out from a leg wound. My teammates from my squad where there and they’d been worried I wouldn’t make it. Fourteen thousand words poured out of me over three days just from that one scene. Now it’s grown to 100 thousand words and is a complete story, pushed forward with snippets written in #flashfiction challenges over the last year.

Here’s the blurb for The Navy’s Ghost:
A SEAL is strongest with her Team…

Ensign Christana "Ghost" Brickman is the only female SEAL to survive BUD/S training, a real Navy Jane. But when an ambush ends her career as an active SEAL, she’s free to pursue other interests. Like her two best friends Lt. Jim "Retro" Waters and Chief Warrant Officer Todd "Magic" Hunter. She's wanted them for over a year, but never dared to approach them while in the squad.

Retro has fought his dark desires since high school, certain the need to share a woman unnatural. Magic had never considered sharing before Ghost mentions it, but it solves his dilemma of choosing between his best friend and his woman.
But Retro balks at Ghost's offer to share and retreats from both when she marries Magic.

Everyone feels Retro’s loss, but he ignores the ache of their broken connection in favor of living ‘normal.’ When Ghost and the other wives of Beta Squad are kidnapped, Retro must reevaluate how much both Ghost and Magic mean to him. And he must decide how far he's willing to go to save the woman he loves, before she becomes the Navy's ghost.

So where do I get my ideas? From everywhere and everything. And when that doesn’t work, the dreams kick in. Several of my novels have started from dreams, and there are many more coming. All but the first story in my Cloudburst Colorado series started from dreams, very, very good dreams. ;)

Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading. :-)

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Excerpt from The Navy’s Ghost

As she lay dying on the grimy floor of the Nicaraguan warehouse, Magic’s feelings for Ensign Christiana Brickman had crystallized into blinding clarity. I love her. He’d ignored the thought in favor of saving her life, but now, with the squad around him and the action settled, it came roaring back into his mind, clear as day. Jubilation mixed with terror settled into his gut. No fraternization within the ranks. Too bad his heart couldn’t remember the rules.

“How’s she doing, Magic?” Retro shouted through the mic to Magic over the rotors.

“Stable for now. High as a kite, but stable.”

“Good to hear. Pilot says back on base in fifty mikes.”

“Roger that.”

“Why do they always use boys’ names for everything?”

Retro and Magic turned to the woman lying between them and met the clouded hazel gaze beneath the lowered brows. “Say again, Brickman?”

“Boys’ names. Why do they always use them for everything?”

“What are you talking about?” Retro raised an eyebrow.

“You know, Mike for minute, Roger for understood.” Brickman rolled her head to pin Retro with her focus. “Jimmy for futzing with locks. Hey, your name is Jim.” She licked her lips and swallowed. “I like your name, Jim Retro. And I like you, too. You’re handsome.”

“Yep. Definitely high as a kite.” Retro snorted and shot a smile at Magic. Todd tried to smile back, but his gut sank. What if she preferred Jim over him? Get your head back in the game. She’s never shown interest in any of us.

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure she’s not in pain. With the dosage I gave her, she should be floatin’ on cloud nine by now.”

“You’re my cloud nine, Magic.” The hazel gaze hit him and he tried not to fall into it or the words she murmured. “So sexy and smart and nice. All the Navy bunnies just love you.” Her lips tightened in irritation. “Sluts.”

Magic raised his eyebrows. Don’t listen to her, she’s out of her mind. Except morphine often acted like a weak truth serum, stripping away inhibitions to expose real sentiments underneath. Chris turned her head away to mumble something under her breath as a mild frown creased her forehead.

“Not good enough for you.”

“Say again, Ensign?” Retro leaned closer to her.

“They only want dick, you know.” Her gaze slid slowly back to Jim’s face. “You deserve better, Retro. Mo’betta. ’Cause Bravo Squad does everything mo’betta. They should call it Betta Squad.” She trailed off in a dreamy, sing-songy voice.

“At least she’s got that right.” Retro shook his head, a half smile quirking his mouth.

“Bravo Squad definitely does it mo’betta.” Ghost fixed him with a hard stare. “Just like you, Retro. And you need someone who knows you. You, and Magic, too. Perfect, sexy, tall, and hard. Like bananas.”

“What?” Magic traded looks with Retro.

“Oh, shit. You better knock her out before she says something really crazy.”

“Bananas. You know…” Chris raised one hand, curling her fingers into a C-shape before swaying it back and forth as if stroking something. “Long, hard, smooth, and warm.” She grimaced. “Bananas. So much better than cucumbers. Mo’betta in Betta Squad.”

“Knock her out, Magic.” Retro growled as the other squad members snickered in the background.

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Friday, November 22, 2013

Cover Reveal for PASSION OF SLEEPY HOLLOW by Lexi Post

I thought about doing an exciting post about my upcoming release, but then I received the cover for it and my thoughts drifted away. So for today, here is some eye candy, compliments of my book PASSION OF SLEEPY HOLLOW. Enjoy.

Always, Lexi

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Family Traditions

With Thanksgiving fast upon us, I wanted to take a moment and talk about family traditions, especially for this holiday. It’s my favorite one and I think so much of that has to do with my grandparents, who were very special to me.

            The first tradition? Fall cleaning. I know. How sad that cleaning is right up there at the top of the list. Every year while I was growing up, I spent the weekend before Thanksgiving with my grandparents….cleaning. Windows and blinds were washed and new draperies were hung up. All decorations and pictures were removed from the walls and those walls got a scrubbing (including the baseboards) before those newly dusted and polished decorations and pictures went back on the wall. The kitchen would be cleaned too (we’re talking getting down on hands and knees to scrub the floor). We did this kind of heavy cleaning in the spring, too, but I digress.

            After all the cleaning? The second tradition: cooking. Oh yes. Grandma was a great cook (and so was Grandpa, who actually did more of the cooking than she did!). There was homemade date nut and banana breads and rice pudding and pies! Oh my! The pies. Pumpkin and apple. Cherry. Mince meat. And of course, there was Grandma’s cheesecake, a little piece of heaven right here on earth. Turkey with all the trimmings and those little special dishes Grandma made. Stuffing balls were my favorites (and still are and yes, I make them every year).

            Third part? Family coming to visit, sitting around the table and eating until chairs were pushed back, a trouser button or two might be opened and everyone groaned because they were so full.

            I still have all these traditions. I still clean like a maniac (and my house smells like Pine-Sol when I’m done) and hang those new draperies and I still cook. I don’t make the Mince meat pie as it just wouldn’t be eaten, but I make everything else, including the cheesecake and I still have family over (well, sort of. My friends are my family now). My grandparents as well as my parents are gone, but that doesn’t matter. I can still see them all gathered around the table, laughing (I can still hear my grandfather’s laugh…it reminded me of Popeye), still see my grandmother making up care packages of leftovers for all of us to take home and isn’t that the best tradition of all?

            What are some of your traditions?



Sunday, November 17, 2013

Interview with Nancy Corrigan, Erotic Romance Author

Alexis: Today we have erotic paranormal romance author, Nancy Corrigan who has included rafflecopter to win her book and an Amazon gift card, but it ends December 13th! 

Welcome, Nancy. Which authors inspire you?

Nancy: Laurann Dohner. While I’ve been reading romance since I was a teenager, Laurann’s New Species series is what gave me the push to take my story and give it life. At the time I was reading her books, I also devoured Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld series. The passion of EC books combined with the idea of multiple souls sharing a body. My Royals were born! Multi-feline shifters who house three big cats’ souls within them. It makes them intensely passionate and possessive. When they find their chosen one, nothing stops them from keeping her close.

Alexis: What are you working on now?

Nancy: Right now I’m splitting my time between book 3 of the Royal Pride series and book 1 of another paranormal series.

Alexis: Why did you choose this sub-genre of romance?

Nancy: My love for the paranormal started as a child when I used to watch Dark Shadows and the Twilight Zone. From there, it just evolved into a love for everything that goes bump in the night. The erotic aspect wasn’t something I planned on. I actually meant for my books to follow the traditional romance guidelines but sex is so much a part of love. I simply couldn’t tell my story without it.

Alexis: And we are glad you can’t :-) Does your pet help with your writing or distract?

Nancy: My dog, Penny, is a huge help. She’s my constant companion even when I pull all-nighters. Although, she always decides she wants to go out when I’m in the middle of an important or sexy scene. She doesn’t bark so her way of getting my attention is by staring and staring and staring. Not cool when my characters are getting hot and heavy.

Alexis: Too funny. What do you think everyone should know about your husband?

Nancy: He’s an absolutely amazing, supportive man. I honestly couldn’t write anything without him. Besides my writing, I work 12 hr swing shifts as a chemist in a pharmaceutical plant. With three kids in sports and activities, life is beyond hectic. He keeps everybody organized, helps with the house and reminds me to eat and sleep. (I tend to hyper-focus, just a little bit. LOL.)

Alexis: Thank you so much for visiting Happily Ever After Thoughts, Nancy.
Everyone should check out this excerpt from UNEXPECTED FIND:

Jasmine was the first female to stir his instincts and bring his primal side out. He needed to taste her arousal, swallow her desire. Nothing else mattered.

With a kick, the door clicked closed, blocking out the laughter and music. The rapid beat of her heart and the soft moans reflecting her approval filled his ears, a sound that suddenly seemed necessary. He carried her to the leather couch he’d spied earlier and lowered her without breaking the melding of their mouths. Stretched over her, he slipped his hand into the fall of her hair and cradled the back of her head. On and on they kissed until her arms looped around him and one leg hooked over his waist. The move opened her to him, an invitation that assured him she felt safe in his arms, ready to allow him further access to her body.

He broke the kiss and skimmed his lips along her jaw to her ear. He caught the tender lobe between his teeth and nibbled. Another shudder ran through her body. A sensitive spot. Good. Finding each one seemed necessary. He should be worried about why that was but he wasn’t. The soft moans she rewarded him with outweighed the concern.

While he sucked on the flesh, he reached for the button of her shorts, popped it and pulled the zipper down. Her muscles tensed but he sat up, hooked his fingers around the hem and yanked the denim down her legs. A flick of his wrist and he tossed the material behind him. Simple white bikinis covered her sex. Nothing had ever looked more tempting.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t tell him to stop so he laid a palm over the cotton and slid his fingers down her cloth-covered cleft. Dampened heat seeped into the fingertips but he needed to touch her, feel the slickened lips. He slid one finger under the elastic and groaned.

“Touching you.”

He peeked at her through the fall of his hair, not bothering the push it out of the way. Watching the half-lidded, drowsy look of arousal spread over her face was much more important.

“You’re wet, Jasmine.”

She whimpered. Her gaze flicked from his face to where his fingers moved behind the cloth of her panties. The excited yet hesitant way she watched him made him wonder exactly how experienced the little siren was. From the way she kissed, he would’ve said very. But this display made him question that assumption.

He slipped a finger between her lower lips, swirled it in the opening and whispered, “Drenched.”

“We shouldn’t do this,” she said but made no attempt to get away so he dipped the tip inside.
The sheath he slid his finger into felt untried, tight. Muscles gripped the small invasion. Her eyes rolled back and a low moan spilled from her throat. His breathing quickened in response to her growing excitement. He pushed deeper, met no resistance. Not a virgin, just inexperienced. And he looked forward to educating her. Starting now. But first he had to be sure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

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It will also be available from Amazon, B&N and other e-book retailers.

About Nancy
I've always been an avid reader and encourage everyone to escape the hectic daily grind with a few minutes a day in your favorite book.
I'm lucky enough to share my cat's home with my three wonderful children, husband, dog and snake. When not writing, I work as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.

My passions beyond reading and family include music, classic cars, tattoos and animals (all of which have found their way into my writing in one form or another).
So that's a little bit about me...

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