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14 Jun

I’m so happy to have fellow Crimson Romance author, K.M. Jackson, visiting with me today. She’s kind enough to give us a peek into the wonderfully seductive Seduction’s Canvas, which (might I add) has a totally smoking hot cover. Whew! Read on to be drawn into temptation… Take it away, Kwana!

 

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Hi Vristen,

 

Thanks so much for having me on your blog. It’s a real honor to be here and giving a peek into Mark and Samara’s world. First here’s a bit about SEDUCTION’S CANVAS:

SEDUCTION’S CANVAS:

“I want to paint you” Artist Samara Leighton had wanted to say those words to the sexy motorcycle rider ever since she first laid eyes on him nearly a year ago.

“Honey, you don’t have enough paint to cover me.” Security specialist Mark Thorn didn’t mean to come off hard. As a matter of fact, he wanted nothing more than to let the tempting artist do whatever she wanted to him and then some.

Samara knew this was her only chance to live out her long-standing fantasy and she wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers. She had little time before her show was done and the pressure of her family legacy meant finally living out life under the umbrella of the Leighton name and its responsibilities.

There would be no more lazy museum afternoons or evenings spent lost in the magic of color and her canvases. And definitely no time spent holding tight to the muscular form of her dark rider while the horrors of her past and her cares drifted further away with each mile of road they covered.

 

Excerpt:

Six thirty-five and once again he was kissing her. But they were just talking. Having coffee. Really, she did only invite him up for coffee and talk and now he was kissing her. Shit, Gabby would swear this was planned.

Samara fought to keep the words running through her head and to bring some sort of balance to her brain. She knew she had to put a stop to this, but it was hard. Oh so hard, as Mark’s lips were melding into hers and she was now leaning in toward him like some sort of inflatable man shaped life raft tossed off the deck of a passing ship.

She sighed into his warm breath. Why fight it? Thinking was overrated anyway when you had a man this delicious and your chest was pushed up against his chest and his chest was so wonderfully rock hard that it could be sculpted from marble and your lips were perfectly melding with his lips. His lips that were soft and kissable, but just firm enough to send fizzures and sizzles to every erogenous zone that you ever knew about and three others you didn’t.

Mark’s tongue snaked out and intertwined with hers at the same time his hand came around the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into him, forcing her head back. Her eyes fluttered and she looked up, surprised to see his own briefly flutter open too and gaze at her with open admiration. Something snapped. A flash of desire, mixed with anxiety, mixed with a sense of déjà vu that she didn’t understand. Sam jolted as if shocked and Mark stilled, instantly releasing her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. She watched as he wiped his palms on his jeans. Now that was a first.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s fine. Um, the coffee is probably now cold. Would you like me to make you another one? You know, I was thinking that sketching you could be fun. You have the most interesting planes in your face. But first, um, let me get that coffee.” Damn, she was rambling. She didn’t ramble. Sam turned away, already heading toward the kitchen when Mark reached out his hand to stop her.

That wasn’t a charge of electricity she felt and even if it was, she sure as hell wasn’t acknowledging it. Her chin lifted, and her eyes met his.

Mark let her go. “No. I get it.” He nodded. “A sketch, huh?”

She smiled. “Well, I’d rather paint you. All in due time, of course.”

He smirked, flashing those devilish teeth. “As if you have enough paint to cover me.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. “How about you let me worry about what I can cover.”

 

 

SEDUCTION’S CANVAS can be ordered at AMAZON here: http://amzn.to/10tDzAb

Thank you so much for having me here. I can be found on my website at:

www.kwana.com

or on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/KmJacksonAuthor

And on Twitter : https://twitter.com/kwanawrites

 

Author K.M. Jackson

Author K.M. Jackson

 

About K.M. Jackson

A native New Yorker, K.M. Jackson had two dreams for what she wanted to be when she “grew up”: 1. a fashion designer and 2. a writer.

After graduating from high school, she pursued her first dream and studied fashion design at New York’s FIT. She then spent ten years designing for various New York houses. But after years of juggling the oh-so-glam world of mid-market fashion along with being a mother of twins, K.M. took the leap of faith and decided to pursue her other long-held dream of being a writer.

She currently lives in a suburb of New York with her husband, teen twins, and her precocious terrier named Jack who keeps her on her toes. You can find her most days on her blog at www.kwana.com

 

Double Take

10 Jun

So happy to welcome the fab Alyssa Turner to my blog today! She’s here to give us a peek into her new story and the characters who bring it to life! Here’s your mission–you should definitely choose to accept it…

DoubleTake

Title: Double Take

Author: Alyssa Turner

Publisher: Etopia Press

Introduction:

The Matrix meets Savages.  Class warfare in the twenty-second century rages and someone has to do what’s right.  The mission is clear, but they didn’t think they’d fall in love.

Twin rebels and the girl from the glass tower have little in common except the undeniable attraction they share.  Ménage is complicated, twin ménage takes it a notch higher and a heart pounding plan to defeat a power hungry corporation in a post-apocalyptic world where profit rules at all costs makes Double Take one of the most unique new releases in erotic fiction today.

Blurb:

Same face, same mission, same woman. One big risk…
In post apocalyptic New York, Shannon Morris has one job to do: find the secrets everyone wants to hide from the all-powerful Eaglecorp. From her appointed perch high above the underclass, she would never have guessed she’d become a rebel sympathizer, or fall for two men at the same time–twins.
Ex-military resistance fighters Tristan and Pryor Davies also have a mission: to take down Eaglecorp by any means necessary. And Shannon is their key. But loving Shannon was never part of that plan. It’s a complication no amount of training could have prepared them for. They know instinctually how to rule her pleasure, and the sex between the three of them is explosive. But when the twins are forced to choose between their mission and Shannon, they struggle to find a solution they can live with. Because living without Shannon isn’t an option.
Awakened to Eaglecorp’s oppressive stranglehold on the people, Shannon begins to discover just what she’s capable of. There’s no turning back from the mission–or from the searing heat of twin lovers. Shannon is the key to defeating Eaglecorp, but only if she can unlock the truth before everything falls apart. In the end, the biggest secret she’ll uncover might be her own…

Trailer:   

Meet Double Take’s Tristan, Pryor and Shannon

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Acclaim:        Five stars – “If you like steamy futuristic suspense with two alpha-males and a kick-ass heroine, you should read this book!” Isabelle, More Books than Livros

Five stars – “I loved this post-apocalyptic ménage romance!”  Mary, Mary’s Ménage Whispers (formerly Mary’s Naughty Whispers)

Four stars – “It has heat, it has steam, and it has substance.”  Bitten by Books for ARE Café

Excerpt: 

August 16, 2158

Shannon took in the sight of them. Two sleek chiseled frames, perfectly male, unmistakably powerful, standing in nothing but the low hung cotton underwear they’d slept in. She followed the valleys at each of their hips, suddenly grateful for the ten sets of military style sit-ups neither started the day without. Identical bodies stood languidly over her only an arm’s length away, radiating with confidence and compassion and sex. She couldn’t love either of them more, though her reasons for loving each had proven unique if not complex. The Davies twins were one of a kind and no one else but Pryor and Tristan could better prepare her for what she needed to do.

“Are you ready for today?” Tristan asked.

Shannon sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing his T-shirt.

“I’m anxious,” she admitted.

Pryor stepped closer to her and knelt between her legs. He dragged his hands up her bare thighs and they disappeared under the frayed hem.

“You’re going to do great, darling.”

Shannon caught her breath at his closeness. She’d felt those lips enough times to know his kiss would curl her toes. His mouth opened on hers and she tasted his minty breath and smelled the freshness of his shave. His tongue was always playful at first, sweeping at hers with tiny flicks a few times before gaining intensity. Soon she would be drowning in him, his dominance. He pressed her to the bed and she reveled in the way his fingertips dented her skin as he brought her legs up around his waist. Tristan didn’t need a formal invitation. Instincts were in play. Besides, Pryor wouldn’t hog her all to himself. That wouldn’t be right. Not when she needed them both.

The bed dipped at her head where Tristan now knelt. His brother withdrew a bit, enough to allow Tristan to slip his hands onto her breasts. Tristan had the most delicate touch, fine and precise, finding her sensitive nerves at the underside of her small mounds and stroking with trained fingers up the sides. Shannon arched her back away from the mattress and toward his fingertips. She didn’t think her nipples could get any harder, until he swept his flat palms in tight delicate circles over them.

There was work to be done, but still they wouldn’t rush her. Tristan blessed one of her small breasts with soft wet warmth. Then he dragged his fingers along the lengths of her arms and pinned her wrists in his lap. A kiss to her mouth landed upside down, but was just as perfectly placed. Pryor took the chance to wrap his lips onto her cooling nipple, still wet from Tristan’s twirling licks. Now they had her, both holding her in place between them, exactly where she wanted to be. Shannon needed to be taken this way, especially this morning. Soon enough she’d be the one to carry the weight of the world.

* * *

Two weeks earlier

“Shannon, Raymond Stark has arrived for his two o’clock appointment.”

Stark was on time, of course. Shannon took a clipped breath to answer the voice-com.

“Thanks, Joel. I’ll greet him personally.” Then, fumbling desperately in her purse for the silver tube of lip stain that mocked her from the bottom, she added with false composure, “Please let him know I’ll be right out.”

Shannon had no idea why she was so nervous. She wasn’t the type to fidget in her chair or smooth and re-smooth her skirt. Nearly one hundred employees passed over her desk each year for final screening. They were the ones with the butterflies, wondering if she’d found some reason to block their promotions or worse. But all week Shannon had been neck deep in Raymond Stark’s profile search and building a healthy curiosity for the man who now stood waiting in her reception area. She inhaled deeply and walked toward a tall figure looking sharp in his impeccably tailored suit. Her stride was eager, her hand extended, purporting the picture of confidence.

She took hold of him. “I’m Shannon Morris, Mr. Stark.” She gauged his grip and judged his style: strong, firm single shake, not overly eager. “Right this way.”

“You can tell a lot about a person from their handshake,” he said as his fingertips slipped away from hers.

Shannon’s eyebrow rose with interest for the coincidence, and she watched a grin flood his razor-clean face.

“I’d have to agree with you.” She nodded in slow motion, showing him through the double glass doors.

He studied the place, looking around at each window, noting the impressive views from both sides of her corner office with an obligatory compliment. Settling in a glossy red vinyl armchair opposite her desk, he finally rested his gaze on her hazel eyes. She also took a seat, folded her hands casually on the desktop, and began to relax.

“Congratulations are in order no matter the outcome of this Human Resources screening, Mr. Stark. It’s quite an accomplishment to be considered for Sector Vetting Marshal.”

“Call me Raymond, please,” he corrected with a long pause before responding. His eyes creased softly, small lines familiar with framing the ready smile on his lips. “You’re pretty accomplished yourself. Senior Director by thirty-two…a rising star.”

Shannon felt her cheeks warm. His brazenness was shocking. It was common for candidates to do a search on her before their appointments; it helped them feel on equal ground, and she couldn’t blame them for that. But it took balls to openly use her own disarming tactics against her. If he meant to throw her off her game, it worked.

Her mouth formed a tight smile and she took a breath.

“Though you are no doubt familiar with this process, I must first inform you that this is an official inquiry into your recorded past. As an employee of Eaglecorp Global Inc., you are required to disclose everything of interest.”

“Of interest to Eaglecorp.” It didn’t sound like a question, but she felt like it was.

Her nose twitched, the way it did when she told a lie.

“Of course, this is not personal.” Not exactly personal, since she didn’t yet know him personally. Still the weeks of his inanimate likeness staring back from her com-screen had made his physical presence seem oddly intimate. In person, his pooling eyes deepened with the color of night as he spoke. There was challenge in those eyes, like he lived on the edge of a dare.

She shifted in her seat and struck a firm tone, intending to sound official. “I will ask the questions and you will answer to the best of your ability. Shall we begin?”

Leaning back against the chair, he nodded once with casual permission. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“You grew up in Canada, though you were born in Maine. Do you still have ties in Montreal?”

“My grandmother passed away during the summer of 2143. She was the last of my family there.”

“Your father was a—”

“A janitor, yes. I come from humble beginnings.”

“All the more impressive to have you here before me today.”

“Is that all you are impressed with?”

She flushed entirely red, she just knew it. Damn him for that. He was as smug as they come, only the condition wasn’t exactly undeserved. Purposely, she averted her eyes away from his sculpted features, though it was a struggle.

“After you received your secondary degree, there is a gap in your search results. For two years you are un-traceable. How do you explain that?”

“I took some time for myself and traveled.”

“But there are no travel records, no credit transactions.”

He held up his hands. “You got me.”

Shannon pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes on him.

“I traded passage south to Mexico on a shipping vessel. Such a thing is only illegal in the States.”

“Why trade at all? Why not travel on the bonus credits you received for graduating college?”

“I was young and curious. Living off the grid was a challenge, an experiment of sorts.”

Shannon tapped her pen on her desk, not sure what to make of the interview. She’d expected him to say something like he’d gone back to Montreal to tend to his ailing grandmother. Never did she imagine such a flagrant admission of guilt.

“You understand that intentionally evasive behavior is frowned upon by the corporation.”

“I do.”

“And so what is to say that you will not decide to drop off the grid again, Mr. Stark?”

“I am a company man now, Ms. Morris. My record speaks for itself.”

“I see you’ve increased profits in your area by over twenty percent during the past eighteen months.”

“A result of cost cutting on the individual level. But I don’t think I’m here to reiterate my résumé.”

“No. You’re not.”

“I’m here for you to determine whether I’m Platinum Class material.” He leaned in and placed his hands on her desk. It vibrated just slightly and Shannon was vaguely aware of a sudden heat radiating from the glass surface. His darkening eyes were intense, seducing her mind into agreement.

“And that’s exactly what you are going to do.”

Shannon felt her head go foggy with only a single light of focus in the haze. One sentence on her lips, the only words she knew in the English language at that moment. “Yes, you have my recommendation.”

 

Author Bio: 

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If you asked her, she’d say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls.  That’s how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters.  Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up.

She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in a number of notable anthologies.  With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.

Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt and no two stories are the same. For Alyssa, it’s much more fun to try something new.   Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog.  http://alyssaturnerwrites.blogspot.com

 

Connect with Alyssa Turner:

Blog:  http://alyssaturnerwrites.blogspot.com

Facebook Author Page:  https://www.facebook.com/alyssaturnerwrites

Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/AlyssaTurner

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/alyturn

Amazon Author Page:  http://amazon.com/author/alyssaturner

YouTube:  http://www.youtube.com/0alyssaturner0

Buy Link:  http://amzn.to/NtARUU

Inquiring Minds

7 Jun

Vristen: Today I’m handing over my blog to the fabulous Elle Rush. She’s even graciously agreed to give us a little taste of her story, “Bear With Me”. Take it away, Elle!

 

Guest post and excerpt, courtesy of Elle Rush:

I have a question. Of all the possible wereanimals and shapeshifters out there, why have I never once seen a story about a sasquatch? Really, they are the ultimate half-man/half-beast creation. They’re perfect.

And fictional. But so is the story that shouldn’t stop anyone. It’s a great idea (and if you want to steal it, go ahead) but not one I’m going to be chasing any time soon. I’m playing with my own shifters, whose origin story starts light years away.

I didn’t write a sasquatch shifter story but one did make it into “Bear With Me”. Here is one of my favourite exchanges between Bear, the human-turned-grizzly, and Manon, the park ranger who was looking for him:

“…You were right about there being a meteor shower. You were a little off on the timing though. The big ones started a couple weeks ago. They’re still happening. NASA is going nuts. Airlines too. It’s world-wide and unpredictable. The news is saying it mostly happens at night.”

 

“This is happening all over the world?” No wonder she wasn’t freaking out on him.

 

“This? No. Nothing about people changing into animals. That would have made the news. The meteorite strikes. There have been a few stories about quarantined areas and some samples being sent off to government labs but those are only on fringe news websites.”

 

Bear allowed himself to be distracted for a moment. “Why do you follow fringe news websites?”

 

“I’m a park ranger. I try to keep up to date on Bigfoot sightings.”

 

“Really?”

 

“No. I ran a web search on the meteor showers since your file indicated you had an interest in astronomy. They popped up.”

 

He wanted to ask more, but Manon’s sigh said she wasn’t finished.

Maybe there is a limit to limits of disbelief. Maybe wereanimals from outer space crosses that line. I don’t think they do. I think that the limit is only determined by the scope of the story and the quality of the storytelling. I’m hoping I reach those levels.

 

Bio:

Elle Rush is a Canadian romance author from Winnipeg, Manitoba. When she’s not travelling, she’s hard at work writing her hot sci-fi shifter and contemporary romance eBooks which are set all over the world. Elle earned a degree in Spanish and French, barely passed German, and is starting to learn Italian and Japanese. She has flunked poetry in every language she’s ever taken. She’s also has mild addictions to tea, cookbooks and the sci-fi channel. Follow her at www.ellerush.com or on her Twitter account @elle_rush.

A collection of hot, shifter romance!

Blurb for “Bear With Me”, part of the “Beneath a Spring Moon” collection:

When Bartholomew “Bear” Cain set up camp in the Manitoba wilderness to get an unobstructed view of a meteor shower, he had no idea he was going be exposed to an alien element and merge with a grizzly bear. Learning to control the shift is hard enough, but when poachers steal his gear, Bear has to learn to survive.

Manon Martin, a conservation officer sent to look for a rogue grizzly, but obsessed with finding the missing man, discovers both when Bear saves her from a wild animal attack. Manon vows to keep him safe—not just from the returning poachers, or through the cold winter’s night, but into the future beyond, assuming they both survive.

Pick up this story, and three others, from Liquid Silver Books, Amazon, ARe (All Romance Ebooks), Barnes and Noble, and Kobo.