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Joshua’s Mistake by A.S. Fenichel

April 10, 2014 in Guest Blog by Sidney

Joshua's Mistake_JPGJoshua’s Mistake by A.S. Fenichel

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing

Date of Publication: March 28, 2014

ISBN: 9781419991042

AISN: Not available as yet

Number of pages: 170 Est.

Word Count: 61,000

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

Ellora’s Cave  Available on Amazon, B&N, Kobo and wherever fine eBooks are sold.

Book Description:

Accused of treason and the murder of her Psychic Special Forces team, Tessa is in the custody of the FBI. She’s shocked and terrified when the most powerful Psi Agent in the world shows up to probe her mind and discover her guilt or innocence.

Joshua never expected to find a victim of one of his probes attractive, but he can’t seem to leave her behind when all hell breaks loose. Saving the stunning blonde means being drawn into a psychic war that will definitely end his career—and likely both of their lives.

The rhythm of their psychic auras hums to perfection and neither can fight the bond, but it’s all ripped away by a madman with a grudge. Tessa falls into a coma, and Joshua will have to risk his heart and soul to pull her back from the brink.

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Joshua got up from the farm table. “I’ll be back in a little while. Peggy, can you show Tessa where she can rest?”

Peggy smiled warmly. “Of course. You’ll be wanting a shower too. If you give me those clothes, I’ll get them in the washing machine and have them clean when you wake up.”

“You’re very kind, Mrs. Flack.”

She waved a bony hand in dismissal. “You just call me Peggy. Everyone does.”

Tessa had said all the right things to Peggy. She had been polite and controlled her emotions. Inside, she was just short of full on panic. He was leaving her. Who could blame him? Tessa didn’t want to alarm the Flacks so she remained silent, yet practically screamed in her mind, “Where the hell are you going? Are you leaving me here?”

Part of her wanted him to hear and another part of her understood why he would want to get as far away from her as possible. Just because she could feel his emotions didn’t mean he would sense hers. He was undoubtedly very practiced at closing off his mind. If he was really a level ten psychic, he would have to just to stay sane.

He’d likely get killed if he stayed with her. At least he’d gotten her to a place where she could try to catch a few hours of sleep and then she’d be on the run. Probably for the rest of her life, however long that might be.

From the way his head spun around, she might as well have spoken out loud. His eyes widened and then he stalked toward her. He was visceral and terrifying. His body language said he wanted her and he might take her right there in the kitchen.

Tessa held her ground in the center of the old linoleum floor. She didn’t know if she wanted to move closer or run away. Everything about Joshua made her at once, curious, aroused and afraid.

Bill cleared his throat and walked out the door with his shotgun in his hand.

Peggy said, “Well, um…I’ll just wait for you in the next room, Tessa dear.”

Joshua didn’t stop until he was standing with only a sliver of light between them. She had to crane her neck to look up at him. His mouth came within a centimeter of hers, but he never touched her.

“I’m not leaving you.”

Her heart pounded in her chest and her stomach clenched painfully. “I can take care of myself.”

One side of his mouth lifted. His right hand came up and calloused fingers slid across her cheekbone. He was powerful. He could kill her. If his psi rating was true, he could likely kill her without touching her, but he could just as easily snap her neck. She could defend herself, but what would be the point. This was Joshua Lakeland. Eventually he would win.

Those same fingers continued until they were threaded through her hair and he forced her to look him in the eye. “I know you can, Tessa. I’m not leaving because I don’t want to leave you. I can’t explain why, but we’re in this together. You’re going to have to learn to trust me.”

She had to force air into her lungs. “I’ve already taken several leaps of faith. You just said you were leaving. If you want to go, then go.”

He shook his head, but didn’t release her. “I’m going to get rid of the car. I don’t want to get picked up by the local police because we made a rookie mistake and kept a stolen car too long.”

“Oh.” She could feel her cheeks flushing.

His left hand came up and cupped her other cheek. He ran a thumb along her bottom lip. She wanted to be impervious to his attention, but her body trembled at his touch.

His mouth drew closer. His breath mingled with hers as her lips separated partially in shock at what was about to happen and partially in need of his kiss. Those deep blue eyes locked with hers and she couldn’t blink or look away. He scanned her face to her lips, closed his eyes and stepped away.

Tessa’s instinct told her she should throw her arms around his neck and take the kiss he’d nearly given. Her cautious nature kept her feet planted in the spot on the linoleum.

Only the sound of heavy breathing filled the kitchen for several ticks of the clock.

“I’ll be back in a little while. You’d better get some rest.” Joshua walked out the kitchen door into the yard.

About the Author:

A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

Multi-published in erotic, contemporary and historical romance, A.S. is the author of the Mayan Destiny series, Christmas Bliss and many more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be brining you her brand of romance for many years to come.

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.

by Sidney

Inez Kelly and Take Me Home!

November 25, 2013 in Guest Blog by Sidney

November 25th!!

Take me home smallerTake Me Home is released and I’m hosting a BIRTHDAY BLOG BONANZA, giving away a ton of free books from some fabulous authors who donated.

Logging manager Matthew Shaw is wary when Kayla Edwards, the owner of Mountain Specialty Spices, hires his firm to harvest timber on her Appalachian property. It’s a place he knows better than the back of his calloused hand—it’s his family’s old homestead, lost years ago in a painful foreclosure. He’s hauled himself up from dirt-floor poor since then, and resolves to stay professional… But Kayla’s vivacious beauty makes it hard to focus on his job.

Home. That’s how army-brat-turned-foodie Kayla feels about her new mountain hideaway. What’s more, the hottest lumberjack ever to swing an axe has agreed to manage her timber crop and get the old maple syrup operations back on tap. Matt’s ruggedly sexy ways and passion for the land have her falling hard.

The heat between them grows wild…until Kayla discovers that Matt hasn’t been upfront with her. She feels devastated, and worst of all, used. How can Matt prove it’s her he wants and not her land?


I have an awesome assortments of free books I will be giving away TO COMMENTERS so be sure to be here. Entries will run all day so come by A LOT!

Just a few of those who have donated:

Denise Grover Swank, Thea Harrison, Taliesin Publishing, Maisey Yates, Claire Thompson, Zoe York, Jamie Brenner, Jeannie Lin, Shelli Stevens, Jeffe Kennedy, Keri Ford,Shannon Stacey, Charlotte Stein, Kate Pearce, Sidney Bristol, Annie Nicholas, Hailey Edwards, MY AGENT! Pam van Hylckama, Jennifer Haymore, Isobel Carr, Mira Lyn Kelly, Ruthie Knox and many many others!!

Be there or be sad!

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Guest Blogger: Afton Locke, Rose, Exposed – Heroines Who Like it Rough

March 26, 2013 in Guest Blog by Sidney

Rose, Exposed – Heroines Who Like it Rough

Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to discuss heroines who like it rough and my recent release, Rose, Exposed, a multicultural historical erotic romance set in the 1930s.

This post is part of the official Rose, Exposed Blog Tour (3/26 – 4/09).

The grand prize for the tour is vintage-style rose earrings for pierced ears (U.S. shipping address only).

To be eligible, COMMENT on this post. Comment should include the historical time period and geographical setting (when and where) you’d most like to see in a romance.

The tour winner will be announced at on April 11th.

RoseTourHeroines who like it rough

The more books I write, the more organized I get with characterization, but I’ll always be somewhat of a seat-of-the-pantser. The book has to be an adventure with some unknowns for me to stay excited about it. My characters reveal their mannerisms and personalities to me along the way. One thing that came up pretty quickly when writing Rose, Exposed was Rose’s liking for rough love. How could such a young, innocent woman with a sheltered upbringing like rough, scraped-against-a-brick-wall sex? Readers, I will leave you to discover the reason along with the hero.

Although baffled by it at first, Leroy doesn’t mind a bit. In the prequel, Plucking the Pearl, he’s a quiet young man who rows his family to the oyster plant every day by boat, but in my latest book, his new construction career has made him strong, impatient and hot. When it comes to satisfying Rose’s deepest desires, he’s the perfect man for the job. Unfortunately, Rose also needs more freedom than this alpha man is willing to give.

A woman who likes rough love play today, at least in her fantasies, is not so unusual. The popularity of erotic BDSM romances is growing off the charts. Although a quick Google search informed me BDSM has a long, colorful history, even vanilla sex wasn’t talked about much in mainstream, polite society during the 1930s. This makes historical women who like it rough especially exciting to read about. Imagine how hard it was for them to admit their desires to themselves, much less find acceptable ways to fulfill them.

Why is roughness alluring, anyway? It’s unpredictable and exciting, and a little adrenaline fuels sexual desire. Physically, women’s bodies are usually soft while men’s are hard, and opposites attract. As I learned at the BDSM demonstration during the Sassy Seven Author’s Naughty Sleepover Celebration in San Antonio last month, BDSM produces powerful endorphins in the brain that cross the wires between pain and pleasure. Today’s readers often have predictable, monotonous lives and enjoy reading about the rough and the unpredictable.

Since I like writing about alpha males, beginning with my first Ellora’s Cave release, Cicada, I will probably create more heroines who like it rough.

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Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing

Release Date: 27 March 2013

eBook ISBN #: 978-14199-4520

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When Leroy Johnson gets promoted at the new oyster plant on Pearl Point, all he cares about is working hard. When he meets the flirtatious artist Rose Wainwright, however, nothing matters except getting her to the altar and into bed. Healing from a recent loss, he’s not about to let her go too.

Because Rose’s strict, social-climbing father doesn’t approve of dark-skinned Leroy, they court in secret anyplace they can find. Although Leroy’s raw passion can convince her to do almost anything, why can’t he understand she needs freedom, not marriage?

Her father wants her to be white, but Leroy wants her to be black. Playing both sides of the fence leaves this young biracial beauty exposed in more ways than one.

Excerpt (explicit)

Rose, Exposed – Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 – All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“You’re so…dark,” she exclaimed. Instead of the disdain he expected, he heard fascination.

Come on, lady. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a colored man before.

“Yes, I’m dark,” he agreed as he politely removed her hand, “which is why it’s not a good idea for us to sit alone together in this car. Someone might come along and jump to the wrong conclusion.”

A conclusion that could get him beat up or worse with the Klan close by on Oyster Island.

But before he could stop her, she clasped both sides of his face and pressed her sweet mouth to his. Aw, hell. A man only had so much self-control, and she’d just shattered his. Unable to stop himself, he plundered her delicate mouth. Her lips reminded him of rose petals, and he sucked the sweetness out of them as if he were a bee. The more he tasted, the more he wanted.

She opened, giving him access to her even sweeter tongue. His penis strained, hard and now wet, against his undershorts. Hell, even his balls must be twice their normal size. Taking a big breath, he pulled away from her.

“We can’t do this. You’re white.”

She looked down at her upturned palms. “Then I really do look white?”

Leroy frowned. “Aren’t you?”

For the first time, her smile disappeared, making him shiver in his wet clothes. “The truth is, I don’t know what I am. I suppose that’s why I took this foolish drive.”

She must be biracial then, he realized, and not forbidden after all. The thought made him want to dance on the hood of the car. She still looked white, though. If he didn’t have the time to court a girl his own color, he sure didn’t have any for a complicated one like this.

“Kiss me again,” she demanded.

Without waiting for him to answer, she locked her hot, damp mouth on his again and tugged hard on his shoulders. Before he knew it, he was on top of her on the front seat. He wished her dress weren’t so thin when two round breasts pushed against his chest and long, slender legs shifted restlessly under his. Dizzy with the scent of rain and her, he froze.

At that moment, nothing mattered except finding out if her cunt was as sweet and yielding as her mouth. He didn’t care if the entire Klan showed up, knocked on the window and caught him thrusting between her legs on this slippery leather seat. It had been too damn long since he’d had a woman. He needed to stop this while he still could.

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” Lust had turned his voice into a husky croak.

She laughed and touched his face again. “I don’t know. What am I asking for?”

This girl was crazier than he’d first thought. What if someone less honorable than himself had stopped instead? She could’ve been raped.

“A whole lot of trouble.” He sat up. “Look, this is not the time or the place. Now let’s get you home.”

The sooner he could be rid of her—before she derailed him from his job, family, and everything else that mattered—the better.

WIPs Coming Soon

Rose, Exposed is the sequel to Plucking the Pearl, an interracial historical erotic romance.

I have two more books planned for the Oyster Harbor series. Next up for romance are Sadie and Henry.

In addition to interracial/multicultural historicals, I also plan to keep writing erotic contemporaries.

Can an older woman find love with a hot male stripper? My current WIP, Two Hours to Entice, will answer that question.

Where readers can find me

I will be attending EC’s RomantiCon Oct 10-13, 2013 in Canton, Ohio –

Don’t miss the book signing on Oct 13th.

I’m also hosting a Fabulous Fusion workshop with Koko Brown and Eve Vaughn to celebrate interracial erotic romance for EC’s Fusion line.

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Guest Blog: Regina Cole & the Caught in Crimson Blog Tour

February 7, 2013 in Dear Reader, Guest Blog by Sidney

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Hello and welcome to Day 2 of the Caught in Crimson Release Celebration blog tour! Don’t forget, there are lots of great prizes to be won, so read, comment, enter, and share!

Firstly, I have to give super, groveling, kissy thanks to the beauteous Sidney Bristol for agreeing to host me. She’s an awesome writer, a kickass person, and I want to be her when I grow up. J

Today kicks off some of the super cool inside stuff about Caught in Crimson’s characters. Over the next several days, you’ll get to know a bit about the principal characters in the first book of the Spellbinding series. Ready? Great!

Since Sidney’s a kickass chick, I thought it only right that another kickass chick get intro’d on her blog.

Character Spotlight: Delia Oaks

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In the world of Spellbinding, witches are incredibly powerful beings that, unbeknownst to humankind, keep the world from falling into Darkness. Each witch is affiliated with a particular color. Today, you’ll meet your first red witch, Delia Oaks.

Red witches get their power from sex. If they don’t boff regularly, their power runs out, leaving them weak, exhausted, and powerless to fight evil until their tanks are filled again.

Delia has a familiar. A cream-colored miniature poodle named Lugh. Don’t worry, you’ll get to meet him in a couple of days. Lugh is Delia’s best friend, the only family other than the coven that she can really claim.

Delia lost her mother to the Darkness, and ever since then she’s felt driven to find a stable relationship. But it’s difficult to explain that she can’t have sex with someone three times without binding them to her for eternity. And she can’t go without sex, or the Darkness that she has to help fight could overcome her coven.

What’s a girl to do?

How about a little Q&A with Delia? My favorite questions come from Inside the Actor’s Studio. Let’s go!

1. What is your favorite word?

Fuck. I say it a lot.

2. What is your least favorite word?

Consort. The concept is terrifying, especially since I haven’t met any consorts that weren’t complete tools.

3. What turns you on?

Everything. One of the perks of being a red witch.

4. What turns you off?

Being controlled.

5. What sound do you love?

Lugh’s psychic nagging. Holy shit, don’t tell him that. He’ll never let me live it down.

6. What sound do you hate?

Lugh’s psychic nagging. Yeah. It goes both ways. Fuzzy little bastard.

7. What is your favorite curse word?

Again, fuck. :)   

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

I guess I’d like to paint, or maybe write. Something creative. Making something beautiful sounds soothing to me.

9. What profession would you not like to do?

High Priestess of the coven. Damn, that’s a lot of responsibility. Ravenna does a great job. Whoever comes after her has some large shoes to fill.

10. If you could say one thing to your mother right now, what would it be?

I miss you and I love you. Also, tell me what I need to look for in a consort, because right now I have no freaking clue.

Thanks for reading! Does Delia sound like fun? Are you looking forward to more? I hope so! Check out for the next blog location, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway below for your chance to win free ebooks, Amazon giftcards, and more!

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Guest Post: Lea Griffith interviews Sebastian for a hot second!

February 1, 2013 in Guest Blog by Sidney

So, Sid invited me to squee a little on her blog and of course I jumped at the chance to tell anyone who would listen about my debut release, Retrieval. I don’t know if she knew what she was getting herself into but it’s too late for her let me down gently so I decided to reward her offer with a nice little interview of Retrieval’s hero, Sebastian Graham.

Sid—thanks for having me!

Retrieval Final CoverNow I’m relatively new to the whole interview process but there was snippet of time after Sebastian met the heroine, Skylar, that I caught up with him and had the chance to question him about a few things. I figured I was telling his story—he could damn well sit down and answer some questions. He didn’t have much time, which was okay. He’s so damn fine I had trouble keeping my mind on track in his presence anyway. I did manage a few (okay, really only one) questions, which I hope convey a couple of things: 1- his hotness, and 2- yeah, his hotness. :D He’s as headstrong as Skylar is and wow, she seems to have seriously messed with old boy’s head. I think I love her as much as I may love him. But don’t tell him. He’s got this whole Alpha male, he-man thing going on. It’s part of his sexiness but we don’t want him to know, yeah?

“Sebastian, thanks for taking a few minutes to sit down with me. I really appreciate it. I’ve had these questions plaguing me so maybe this’ll be my chance to get some clarity about what’s going on.”

“Lea, I really don’t have time for this. Hold on, yeah?” *answers his SAT phone and holds up a finger to me. It’s a really nice finger attached to a really nice forearm which inevitably leads to a smoking hot bicep wrapped in a lovely tattoo. Yummy. Several seconds go by and he hangs up without saying goodbye to the person on the other end* “So where were we?”

“Well, we hadn’t really gotten anywhere, I—”

*interrupts me*

“I told you I didn’t have much time. Sorry about that. You know I’ve been tracking that woman all over creation. Did you hear about my house? She freaking destroyed it!”

“Yeah, you seem pretty bitter about that. I wanted—”

*interrupts me again*

“Bitter? You think I’m bitter?” *Runs a hand through jet black hair and leans forward, blue eyes glittering dangerously* “That woman is going to drive me bat-shit crazy. And her sisters? I think they’re lining up to make sure she’s done the job right.” *shakes his head and sighs.*

At this point, I’m watching his massive, beautifully sculpted chest rise and fall under his t-shirt. I have to roll my tongue back in my mouth, clear my throat and then try to get saliva flowing again.   “Well, what—”

*Yes, another interruption*

“You don’t know what she did do you? I knew taking this damn job was going to cost me something! She’s got these crazy powers—” *his phone rings again, interrupting what he’d been about to say and he barks “Talk, Bleak!” a long silence, then “What if she’s hurt, goddamn it!” more silence. Finally, he disconnects and turns those startling blue eyes back my way*

I’m mute at this point. Seriously, those eyes have stolen my breath—and hey, don’t judge me. You try being pinned under that stare!

*He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest*

“Lea, I don’t mean to be short, but what did you want to ask me?”

“Huh?” Yes, it takes me a second. And again, don’t judge. “Oh, yes, I wanted to know—wait, she destroyed your house?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t just walk out the door, had to do it the hard way and my poor cabin! Damn it, she decided she had to go after her dad on her own, couldn’t wait for help, oh no! She’s frigging stubborn as hell. Wish I’d have known that when I took this retrieval job.”

“Knowing what you know about her now, would you have passed?” I lean forward eagerly waiting his reply.

*He looks at me, eyes dark and turbulent, brackets lining his mouth, luscious lips thinned.

He says nothing*

“Sebastian, would you have taken the job had you known about Skylar?”

“You knew, didn’t you? You knew and didn’t tell me. Damn it, Lea. I thought we were friends.” *He swipes another hand through his hair and leans back in the seat, defeat sitting on his shoulders*

I snort. “We’re friends. And because we’re friends if you answer that one question, Seb, I’ll cut this interview short.” I’m thinking at this point that bribery will never work with this man, but I have to try (seriously, I wrote that in my interview notes.)

*His eyes lighten and a half-smile forms on his beautiful face* “That one question, huh?”

My heart skips a beat.  “Yep. I’ll leave you alone until this job is finished.”

*He leans forward, eyes intent as he gets right in my face. Did I mention he smells delicious?*

“Hell no, I wouldn’t have passed. She’s mine. You write that down in your little interview book, okay, Lea? Skylar McKannon is mine. Interview over.”

He stands and winks at me then leaves the room. I look around, keep in mind, there’s nobody else in the room with us, but now it feels incredibly empty. And that, my friends, ends the interview with Sebastian Graham.

He’s a man of few words, but he’s hot, so there’s no points lost with me for lack of communication. Besides, he had a woman to go after and God help her when he finds her. I may or may not envy her. You can find out how their story begins and ends in Retrieval. You’ll get a chance to experience his alpha live and in color. ;D

Thanks for stopping by. And Sid? You freaking rock. Thanks for having me and I expect you to visit me soon. I want to hear about Kiss For a Cure.

It’s live on Amazon here :

but not on B&N quite yet.LeaGriffith2

Lea Griffith began sneaking to read her mother’s romance novels at a young age. She cut her teeth on the greats: McNaught, Woodiwiss, and Garwood. A firm believer that love makes the world go round, she still consumes every romance book she can put her hands on, but now she writes her own.

Lea lives with her husband and three teenage daughters in rural Georgia. Two dogs, a cat, and a beta fish named Coddy George complete a family that is always in motion. When not working at the EDJ, she’s usually at her keyboard, using every spare second to write. Shifters, artificial intelligence, and gene splicing, oh my! Nothing is off-limits when it comes to her writing.


Skylar is the hunted. Fashioned for the sole purpose of destruction, she has spent her entire life running from the evil scientist who created her, her father. When a team of retrieval experts hired by her father track her down, neither Skylar nor the team’s leader is prepared for the magnetic attraction that will not let them go. In the midst of danger, with their lives on the line, they forge a bond so tight only death could break it. Together they will fight an egomaniacal scientist as well as their explosive desire for one another to discover what true power is.


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Guest Blogger: Jayne Kingston’s getting kinky!

January 28, 2013 in Guest Blog by Sidney

Hi, Sidney! Thank you for letting me hang out on your blog today!

I have something of a confession to make—I never intended to write BDSM.

For one, it has been done, and done exceptionally well, countless times before. For two, I wasn’t personally familiar with the subject aside from the fiction I’d read, starting with Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty Trilogy way back in the day. And the closest I’d ever gotten to a BDSM club was when my brother came home from a softball tournament in New York and told me about some of the NYPD team members dropping him and his small-town Ohio buddies off at a club that had dark alley access and lots of leather-clad people inside.

When it became obvious that Mr. Sir wanted to be written as kinky, I knew I had some serious research to do. There are some crazy places to be found online. I came across videos that made me scratch my head and wonder why on earth anyone would let another person do something like that to them. Others made me giggle because they struck me as silly. The first few community websites I found didn’t tell me much, and the first book I tried was repetitive, rambling and often contradicted itself.

I got frustrated quickly. I needed something to click, and nothing was resonating with me. I just *knew* if I wrote the story I’d be laughed right out of my brand new writing career.

So I DNF’d that first book and tried another. And hit pay dirt. It was beautifully written and full of anecdotes from some of the Dom author’s real life experiences, some of which made me think, “Ooo, that’s pretty hot!” (He also said don’t watch internet videos if you’re a newbie because they can be scary. Too bad I hadn’t found his book first.) There was another written by submissive women whose insights were invaluable to me. After that I found extremely informative blogs and websites and more books…

The one common thread I found everywhere, and the thing I needed to hear more than anything else, is that it doesn’t matter if you’re into bondage and domination, submission, a sadist or a masochist, there is no wrong way to play. Everyone’s idea of kinky, including yours and mine, is uniquely their own.


Even the most dedicated Dom/sub couples are subject to the pitfalls of domesticity. Right?

Owen and Grace’s kinky life has become a thing of the past. A year has passed since Owen’s job moved him to a new city and away from all of their old friends. New city, new friends, new house—no play. And it’s making both of them really cranky. 

After Grace attempts to take matters into her own hands on their tenth wedding anniversary, Owen realizes he’s failing her as her Dom. He comes up with just the thing to get them back on track—a surprise custom made to keep his feisty little sub bound and begging for more for years to come. At least if everything goes to plan.

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Guest Blogger: How did writers manage before the internet?

January 16, 2013 in Guest Blog by Sidney

How did writers manage before the internet? Just thinking about the lists of fact-checking questions they must have kept and the time spent in libraries or on the phone trying to verify some small thing but important issue is a bit terrifying. My hat’s off to all writers who succeeded before the internet provided us with instant access to facts and information.

Research can be such a rabbit hole for me as a writer. I’ll start out deciding just to check how far Kansas City is from Dallas by car (according to Google Maps it is 552 miles, or 7 hours 52 minutes) and end up somehow reading about horses for sale in the Kansas City area.

Still, research is often fascinating. Below are four interesting things I’ve discovered in the last three months due to researching the fairy tale books:

1) Hat fashions once endangered the baby birds of Florida! Who knew? “But once American ladies went wild for feathered hats in the 1870s, Florida’s birds became as coveted as California’s gold. By 1900, an ounce of snowy-egret feathers was worth more than an ounce of gold. And the desire for plumes led to full-scale ‘feather wars’ until 1920 – with plume hunters decimating the egret population in the Everglades.”

Wow, if that doesn’t sound like the making of a historical romance, I don’t know what does. Get on that writers! We need a feisty heroine who’s trying to protect the birds going up against her hot hero who is just trying to make a living during the feather wars!

Seriously, though, read that link. It’s absolutely fascinating!

2) Squab meat, aka baby pigeon meat was the preferred food for Easter Sunday meals in the Middle Ages. Mmm, tasty! If you’ve ever tasted pigeon meat, do comment and let me know how it tastes. Wait! Let me Google the answer and I’ll tell you now! Apparently it tastes like dark chicken! And according to Wikipediat, it has a "silky" texture, is very tender and fine-grained, has a milder taste than other game,and has been described as having a mild berry flavor. Now we know. If you were writing a scene where your hero was eating squab, well, you can just google a description of the taste. No need to go eat a baby pigeon yourself!

3) Wolves don’t mate for life! Boo! It turns out that is just a long held myth. However, it does seem that most wolf packs do have an alpha pair that lasts until one or the other dies or gets kicked out of the pack.

4) A milk cow will make milk for 6 years without having to breed her again, so long as she is milked properly every day. This actually played a role in our latest book, Ascending Hearts, available now, based on Jack and the Beanstalk.

All I can say is thank God for the internet! Of course, sometimes I wish researching wasn’t so very interesting. I definitely lose hours sometimes down the rabbit hole of fascinating articles online. What’s the last thing you lost time researching? Or a fascinating tidbit you learned from the internet lately?

Keira Andrews and Leta Blake write fairy tale inspired m/m erotica and romantica with Ellora’s Cave. Check out Ascending Hearts, available through Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Sony, and others! And also remember to look at Earthly Desires, the first book in the Tempting Tale series, available for purchase at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Ellora’s Cave.

image001Ascending Hearts

Leta Blake & Keira Andrews

Part of the Tempting Tales series.


Rion isn’t a giant, only a man bearing the burden of protecting his family’s legacy. It’s a lonely existence, but he’s duty bound. Then Jack appears, and Rion’s world changes. After a blazing confrontation, undeniable lust sparks. Isolated in the clouds, Jack and Rion give in to their desire and growing connection. Soon they must protect the treasure—and each other—from a new threat. And they have everything to lose.

Rumors of treasure have long sent fortune hunters clambering up a magic beanstalk to a mysterious castle in the clouds. Survivors told of an evil giant who guards the gold with savage strength. No sane man would dare risk the climb—but Jack has nothing left to lose. Shunned for his evil red hair and abandoned by his cruel lover, he’s desperate to escape his life.


A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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by Sidney

Guest Blog: Addicted to my Series by Lucy Felthouse

January 11, 2013 in Guest Blog by Sidney

atasteoflondonHi everyone, and huge thanks to Sidney for letting me loose on her site today!

So, when I decided to write something for Ellora’s Cave’s For Men range, I had no intention of writing a series. And yet, when I came up with the idea, I realised it was absolutely perfect for expansion – the characters were on their gap year, and so I could write about their adventures in numerous different places. So I started Ryan and Kristian’s tale in London, where they’d spend a day or so before heading to Paris on the Eurostar. I wrote the story a while back, and, because it was my first story with Ellora’s Cave, I had to wait a long time to find out its fate. Fortunately, it was accepted and then of course it had to go through edits, etc, before being given a release date – 7th December 2012. Naturally I was delighted, and figured that once the new year came and I had a few deadlines out of the way, I could start on the sequel. However, things didn’t turn out that way.

The deadlines pressing down, my brain awkwardly decided it didn’t want to work on those stories. Oh no, it wanted to work on A Taste of Paris. Despite my protests, my brain would not shut up, so I let it do as it wanted, with threats that if I didn’t make my deadlines, it would be in trouble. My brain didn’t care, it just kept producing words. And so, in less than a week, I’d written and edited A Taste of Paris, sent it to a trusty beta reader, gone through her comments, and sent the story to my editor. She’s acknowledged receipt. All I have to do now is wait, and keep my fingers and toes crossed. Once A Taste of Paris is edited (presuming it’s accepted!) I can then get onto A Taste of Rome.

Crikey, I’d better get those deadlines sorted before the next story starts demanding to be told!

Happy New Year, everyone! x


Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year traveling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.

Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.

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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


by Sidney

Guest Blog: Rum Punch with Mitch from CONTROLLED BURN and Em Petrova

December 27, 2012 in Dear Reader, Guest Blog by Sidney

A big hello to my friends—old and new! Today I thought I’d stop by Sidney’s blog and share a drink and some eye candy with you.

Meet Mitch, hunky Italian firefighter from my latest release in the Firehouse 5 series, CONTROLLED BURN. Mitch is a special ops guy on the team. He’s specially trained to work with chemical spills and is much in demand.

He’s also in love with his chief. And with the chief’s wife. But tensions are high when he’s held at arm’s length so the other guys on the team don’t find out. You can imagine the stress poor Mitch is under, right? That’s why he needs a little rum punch with some willing ladies. Do you know anyone?

Get out your punchbowls, gals, and get ready to share with this lusty fireman! 

  • 6 orange(s)
  • clove(s)
  • 1 bottle rum
  • 1/2 cup superfine sugar
  • 1/2 gallon sweet apple cider

Stud oranges with cloves and bake until they soften. Place them in a punch bowl and add rum and sugar. Set fire to the rum (Jamaican rum is recommended) and in a few minutes begin slowly adding cider, thus extinguishing the flames. Stir in cinnamon and nutmeg, and keep the mixture hot.

(recipe compliments of

Drink up and thanks for stopping by! Here’s a short excerpt from CONTROLLED BURN, now available from Ellora’s Cave.

Big thanks to Sidney for hosting me!


Fire Chief Pearce Johnson has been struggling with his attraction to fellow team member and special ops guy Mitch Morelli. In the sauna, long looks turn into a steamy self-love encounter. Pearce runs home and tells his wife of fifteen years all about it—resulting in a five-alarm blaze between them.

Ellie has always suspected her husband would crave another relationship with a man. When he brings Mitch into their fantasies, she encourages Pearce to explore this newfound sexual link even as she longs for the big Italian firefighter to visit their bed. But taming two firemen might be tougher than she thinks.

Mitch can’t get enough of his rugged chief and Ellie’s femininity. But on the job, his boss pushes him away and purposely avoids working with him. Wounded, Mitch is finished trying to see his lover’s point of view, until one perilous event makes them all wake up and realize love is too precious to ignore.


The blare of the alarms struck Pearce like a fist in the gut. After all these years, he’d never get used to that sound. It sent a shock of adrenaline to his system and he was immediately ready to come out swinging. And in this case, scrambling his team to answer the call.

He started barking orders to the men who rushed past him. Jumping into their fire gear—oversized pants and suspenders, jackets, heavy boots and gloves. They grabbed up oxygen tanks and masks.

“Halloway, Lucifer, Dobbs, Howland, Morelli, you’re in Engine One. Zacherel, Itar, Quade and King, you’re with me.”

Across the locker room, Morelli froze, his arm partway inside his jacket. His very dark gaze met Pearce’s, and in that moment, Pearce’s decision to keep Mitch at arm’s length while on the job seemed to be the wrong one. Betrayal, hurt and a spark of anger lit Mitch’s rugged face.

He knows what I’m doing.

But there was no chance to remedy it. He simply couldn’t have Mitch working closely with him anymore for fear something in his expression or mannerisms would give him away.

Mitch gave a tight shake of his head that left Pearce with a hollow feeling. They always teamed up, and now that they were closer, they had to part ways. Didn’t Mitch know Pearce was trying to keep their jobs?

Twisting away, Pearce reached his locker in two steps and slammed the door back. In seconds, he was kitted up, his muscles stretching under the weight of the equipment. He wrapped his body around the fireman’s pole and slid down, hitting the concrete floor with a thud.

He stepped away just as Mitch landed beside him. Their gazes locked and Mitch put out a hand. He gripped Pearce’s shoulder. “See you there, Chief.”

Pearce swallowed hard. A small flash of pain burned in his chest. Yeah, he was the chief, but the way Mitch said it was almost hurtful. He had to set this to rights, but later. After they responded to the raging fire in the old warehouse on the south side of town, where too many wooden structures crowded around the burning building. A few stray sparks and the entire block would go up, leaving a hundred people’s lives threatened and more homeless.

“Hit it, boys!” he bellowed.

Mitch pushed past him and, without a backward glance, disappeared into Engine One. Heart heavier, Pearce launched himself into the other engine. They peeled out of the station and tore down the city street, horns blaring, the radio deafening. Another fire crew was already on the scene but they were outmanned and needed backup quick.

“Oil barrels are reported on the premises. Explosions expected.”

Great. Mitch would be in the thick of it. As the spill specialist, he’d be in demand on this job.

Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~

ONE FIERY NIGHT—Firehouse 5 book 1:


by Sidney

Guest Blog: Francesca Hawley Talks Shapeshifter Hook-ups @

December 20, 2012 in Guest Blog by Sidney


Francesca Hawley Talks Shapeshifter Hook-ups  @

I want to thank the lovely and talented Sidney Bristol for hosting me at her blog today! I appreciate the opportunity to share my shapeshifters with her readers — all of you.

Imagine you’re a shapeshifter. Fun, huh? Well, imagine trying to find a date if you’re a shapeshifter surrounded by humans. Not so fun. Serena Goldwolf recognized that and started a matchmaking service for her fellow shapeshifters. Initially, she offered just personal services where people stopped into her business for professional help, but then she saw the opportunity to create a match web site just for shapeshifters. Her service and web site is called I featured Serena and Damien’s story in Alpha vs. Alpha, ( my new release Leader of the Pack is a sequel.

To humans, the web site looks like a way to match zoo animals for breeding services. Once a verified shapeshifter logs in however, the site is very different. It’s possible to see photos of both the animal and human selves of the individual. Shifters can post a profile and find a Chosen Mate, a heat buddy, or someone – regardless of species -  to have some fun with. Serena still offers her personal assistance to customers who are willing to pay for help.

Yohana Whitewolf is one of those shapeshifters. Yo has known Serena since they were young and for the longest time has avoided Serena’s enticements to use the service, but now Yohana feels she has no choice. Her sire has recently passed away and Yohana has taken over the Whitewolf pack. So far, so good. But she is unmated and has no pups. Her pack is worried about that. Her cousin is pushing the issue because he believes he would be a better packleader than Yohana – unfortunately, he has backers. So Yohana decides to make a sacrifice. She visits Serena and asks for her help to find a Mate in order to placate her pack.

Dr. Per Goldwolf is up for partner at his medical practice, so he told his boss a lie. The head of the practice believes partners should have strong family values. To do that, they really need to have a family. Per is single but he told his boss he is shortly to become engaged. Now his bluff is called and he’d better produce a fiancée or look for another practice where he can hang his shingle. He seeks out Serena for discreet assistance. Serena realizes these two are perfect for each other so she sets up a meet and sits back to wait for the inevitable…her invitation to a Mate reception.

Francesca Hawley, author bio

Hi. I’m Francesca Hawley and I’m a fat chick. A woman with dangerous curves just like my heroines.

I first began to read romance when I was in my teens. I loved the genre, but the heroines were all thin. Their thighs didn’t rub together…had never rubbed together…and frankly I had trouble relating to these ladies. The stories were great—full of emotion and well told, but the heroines weren’t like me and that was a major disappointment.  I kept wondering where were the fat heroines? I found some occasionally, but to have their Happily Ever After they usually had to lose weight and go from ugly duckling to swan.

Well, I wanted a fat heroine who loved herself—or at least learned to love herself—and a hot alpha hero who liked her jiggly bits just the way they were. Since I didn’t find many big girls to read about, I decided  to write about them myself. After all, I loved to write anyway and had been writing almost as long as I’d been reading, so Francesca Hawley – author of Romance with Dangerous Curves was born.

In a Francesca Hawley romance, my readers will find authentic, sensual, fat heroines who love and are loved by their intense, passionate, and seductive Alpha heroes. I hope you enjoy their dangerous curves just as much as their hunky heroes do.

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Leader of the Pack

by Francesca Hawley

Surgeon Dr. Per Goldwolf needs a mate to make partner in a prestigious practice.—a matchmaking service for shapeshifters—not only finds him a mate, they match him with his True Mate. Yohana’s long legs and fair flesh make him lick his lips and her scent makes him rock-hard.

New packleader Yohana Whitewolf’s life goal is to follow in her sire’s pawprints and lead her pack. Leadership demands sacrifices. To calm her people, Yohana needs a mate. But finding an Alpha male who won’t take over is a tall order. Yohana doesn’t want the complication of a True Mate, but Per is a sexy, intelligent Alpha male and she wants to shred his clothes every time she touches him.

Everything should be perfect—except she’s a packleader, and the Whitewolf pack is nervous.

A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Yohana Whitewolf paced Serena Goldwolf’s office, barely containing her irritation and impatience. Between the flu plague sweeping through most of Denver, and her pack’s pressure to provide an heir, Yohana was ready to kill something.

She knew the only way to prevent the pack from splintering was to find a Mate and soon, so she stayed in the deserted office. Her sire had died only six months ago, leaving her with the task of consolidating her pack leadership. A Mate and a pup were distractions to the vital work she must do. Still, she needed to placate the pack or it would disintegrate. She couldn’t allow that to happen and had a duty to prevent it. Plus, she’d made a promise to Jeremiah—her father.

Yo restrained her annoyance because most of Serena’s staff at the shapeshifter match service was out with the flu, leaving them short-handed. The flu was sweeping through the Whitewolf pack too, so she could relate. Serena rushed into the room, flopping into her chair. Yohana smiled reluctantly at her longtime friend.

“I think I need roller skates today, Yo. I am so sorry I’ve kept you waiting. There are just two of us in the office and of course we couldn’t reach people to cancel.” Serena groaned.

“I don’t think your Mate would approve of a female in your condition on roller skates.” Yohana’s dry response elicited a laugh from Serena. Serena patted her baby bump.

“Maybe not, but I still could use some skates.”

Yohana sat, fondly remembering how she used to pupsit Serena years ago. They had remained friends and were like sisters in many ways because they were both only children and daughters of pack leaders.

The biggest difference between them, other than height, was that Serena had no interest in following her father as pack leader. She was happy being the Alpha female allowing her Alpha Male True Mate, Damien, to lead their burgeoning family. Leading the Whitewolf pack was all Yohana had ever wanted. She felt a deep commitment to guide and serve the members of her pack so they could all prosper. She couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

“You aren’t here for lunch, Yo.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you made an appointment with me. Are you finally going to let me put your profile together to help you hunt for a Mate?”

“I don’t want to hunt for a Mate. I need to find one.” Yo couldn’t stay in the chair any longer, so she rose to pace again.

Serena frowned. “Find one?” She pulled a pad of paper to her. “Okay, what’s going on and what do you want in a Mate?”

“My pack is what’s going on. They want a pack leader with a stable Mate and me pregnant as soon as possible.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, they’ve been rumbling about my cousin Dan taking over if I can’t do what’s necessary. I’m looking for a male wolf who won’t fight me for my pack.”

“Oh, Yo, I’m sorry.” Serena started to get up but Yohana waved her back.

If someone hugged her, she’d break down and start crying. Yo just didn’t have time to let her emotions overwhelm her right now. “I know. I appreciate your concern.”

“You want a Beta then?” Serena blinked tears from her eyes starting to type into her computer database.

“I do, but every pack member I’ve asked about this doesn’t. They want me Mated to an Alpha.” Serena’s raised her gaze and her mouth dropped open, prompting a wry laugh from Yohana. “Yes, I know. Finding an Alpha not interested in running a pack is as likely as finding a needle in a haystack, but find him we must. I want a male who has a commitment elsewhere.”


“I don’t mean another female.” Yo shuddered. “Worried or not, the pack would never accept a male with another relationship. I mean an obsession with his career or a hobby. Something other than my pack.”

“You aren’t making this easy.”

“Life is hard. Even harder than finding a Mate obsessed with something other than dominating a pack, I want a male who is tall enough to look me in the eyes, not the tits. I’m six feet tall, so I don’t want a short wolf. I’ve known some wonderful males who are short, but it won’t work for me to take one as a Mate. The Whitewolf pack will expect my Mate to be able to act as my enforcer if the need arises.”

“Some short males are extremely muscular and physical.”

“True. But when I date males who aren’t as tall as me, I seem to pick the ones who feel they need to prove something. I don’t choose well, which is why I’m here. I want a male with interests elsewhere and nothing to prove to anybody.”

“Every stipulation you add limits the pool.”

“I know, but I need to be Mated soon.”


“I’ll go into heat Friday or Saturday, and I want to get pregnant right away. It will ease the pressure if they know there is a new generation on the way.”

Serena shook her head. “Okay. What else? Let’s get everything out on the table.”

Yohana sighed as she paused by the window, crossing her arms over her ample bosom. Some females with her height looked like movie stars or fashion models, but Yo was built more along the lines of a linebacker. She was definitely her sire’s daughter. She glanced down. Correction, her sire’s daughter with her mother’s udders.

“He’s got to be able to Mate me. If I leave him cold, he won’t be able to impregnate me.” Yohana glanced at Serena. “I know I’m no beauty queen. My features are too strong to be considered pretty or beautiful, and I’m not built like a model. Don’t match me up with a male who wants a gorgeous female to grace his bed.”

“Someone who’ll lie back and think of Whitewolf?” Serena teased.

“Something like that. In fact, if he wants a limited Mating, I’d accept it. My pack will be happy if I make the effort and produce a pup. Once those criteria are complete, any male I Mate can be free.”

“Yo, you are a good person and you deserve more than that.”

“Maybe, but not now. Later.”

“What about a True Mate?”

“Lord, no! I’m not looking for a True Mate. My attention will be on the pack and my pup. I’m not going to have time for some male who wants to bond and share with me,” she shivered.

“I used to think it would be awful, but I was wrong. You might be wrong too.”

“Unlikely. Right now I don’t have time to hold out for the ideal. I need Mr. Right-Now. Not Mr. Right.”

“I’ll see if I can find him for you. Any clan preferences?”

“Whitewolf or Goldwolf…Redwolf at the outside since a Redwolf pack lives near us too,” she frowned. “Our entire pack is fair. It would disturb them to have a dark-haired heir. Still, I’ll take what I can get.”

“Noted. Do you want your Mate to live in Whitewolf or here in the city?”

“He can maintain an apartment here in Denver if needed, and just come home at the weekend after he’s planted a pup.”

Serena opened her mouth to say something more, she stopped and slowly nodded.

Yohana could tell her friend disapproved but was restraining herself because of the situation. She walked over to Serena, setting a hand on her wrist. “Serena, I know this is unpleasant, but I don’t have any options right now. My pack needs this from me.”

“They expect a horrible sacrifice and it isn’t fair.”

“Being a pack leader demands sacrifices, and since when has life been fair?” Yohana sat down in the chair.

Serena shook her head, finally lifting her blazing green eyes. “You are a special female and you should be appreciated, not pressured.”

Yo smiled sadly. “Is that what you think they’re doing?”


“You are judging them by your view of your own father Drew. But, Serena, all they really want is stability and safety. If having a pup will give them that, I can’t deny them.”

Serena shook her head.

“I need them to relax so I can… With Father so recently gone…” Her throat closed and she covered her eyes, fighting tears. She shook her head looking up at her friend. “Find me a Mate. Please.”





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