Friday, December 27, 2019

Had Enough of Merriment and Good Cheer? Try a Twisted Yuletide Story! (#ChristmasRomance #TwistedChristmas)

Okay, it's the most wonderful time of the year, but by this time many of us will have had it up to our eyeballs with family, friends, and phony holiday cheer. It's time to retreat to your favorite book nook with a pet on your lap, a glass of wine by your side and a good read.

I've written three sexy shorties appropriate to the season...but with more than a few twists...or should I say kinks?

And whether you prefer historical, paranormal, contemporary or futuristic, I have something to tickle your, uh, fancy.

Genre and setting: Historical with a touch of vamp...Scotland, Yule Eve, 1260

A Viking raider with mysterious powers brings change to little Clan Kilbirnie, 
especially to the chieftain’s daughter Rhona.

Reviews include:

Five Stars! A short but delightfully sexy read.
--T.B. Cooper, Amazon

Five Stars! Interesting, fun, exciting and so much more.
--Sherry Westendorf, Amazon

Find it on Amazon for a nifty 99 cents!


Genre and setting: contemporary erotic romance,
New York, USA

Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking--one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

What others have thought of an earlier edition:

“Deliciously hot!”
--Author Justine Elyot

“This book was great…very believable fun story…Thanks for the quick romp.”
--Black Disaster Fairy

“Five stars…brought me into a world I don’t have a clue about. Very well-written short story.”
--Kurt Wannanut

99 cents at Amazon


inside this book you'll find, not only Toe Cleavage (above) and another steamy holiday tale...

The Moon Maiden’s Mate

Genre and setting: futuristic romance, Luna, 2114 

Lunarian law requires 24-year-old Shayna Goldstein to marry before she's 25. She's dated everyone in New Brooklyn and rejected them all—Gideon Landers, the first man who kissed her, haunts her memories, preventing her from loving anyone else. Desperate, she consults a matchmaker, who sends a reluctant Shayna to Farside Colony to meet her mate.

The commander of Farside Colony, Gideon Landers has never forgotten Shayna. That he's been matched with her is a dream come true, but will she be willing to live in the remote colony?


“This was a really fun story... Read it!”
--Dana Busenbark

The six-story collection is on Amazon priced at $2.99

Enjoy a twisted Christmas!

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

       For the last couple of years, I have run a beautiful little Christmas shortie by one of my author buddies, Catherine Cavendish. I was lucky enough to edit Cat professionally, and not only is she very agreeable to work with, she's also a very creative writer. I love her work and hope you do too.

Dance Me To The End Of Time


Catherine Cavendish

          I’ve always loved Christmas. The tree, tinsel and a roaring fire… Candles flickering and the sound of carollers striving to hit the top register in “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”

           This year’s no different. Of course, there’s no roaring fire anymore. That’s been replaced with one of those living flame gas affairs. Quite nice, but you never could beat the real thing.

            “Penny for them.” My husband, Charles, interrupts my reverie.

            “Oh, nothing. I was just musing and remembering Christmases past.” I smile at him.

He adjusts his tie and smoothes his glossy black hair, all  gestures I have seen him perform countless times. “Do you think it will snow this year?” he asks, studying his reflection in the mirror.

            I turn to look out of the window. “It’s too dark to tell, but it looks damp out there. It must have been raining earlier.”

            “I didn’t notice,” Charles says, “but then I suppose I wouldn’t, would I?” He smiles at me and takes my hand, brushing it against his lips. Then I catch him examining my dress.

            “Something wrong?” I ask and instinctively look down at my white, floor-length gown. I see some creases in the silk which I attempt to smooth away.

            “That’s better. It was just a little wrinkled.”

            “Hardly surprising,” I say. “It only gets an outing once a year.”

            We laugh, and Charles strokes away a long, dark brown lock of hair which has escaped my elaborate coiffure and has wandered across my cheek.

            “Shall we dance, Emily?” he asks.

            “Certainly, Charles, it will be my pleasure.”

We waltz to a phantom orchestra. In my head I can
hear the strains of the Blue Danube, and I am transported back to another time and place. I can see a young girl and her young man, their eyes locked in an embrace as they swirl around a ballroom in Vienna while a conductor, violin in hand, steers the orchestra through his latest composition.

            “I miss the scent of roasting chestnuts,” I tell Charles.

           His mouth widens in a grin. “But can’t you smell them, Emily?  Concentrate really hard.”

            I close my eyes and let him lead me round
and round as the music grows louder, and now I can smell them. Chestnuts, little fried potatoes and the warming aroma of cinnamon from the Gl├╝hwein.  I can hear the bells of St Stephen’s Cathedral and feel the chill of the night air on my cheek. Little flecks of snow are falling onto my face, and my feet crunch on the icy ground.             

          Charles is waltzing me faster and faster. And now I can hear the voices.  The orchestra has faded and a choir is singing in German: “Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht…”

            “Oh Charles--”

            “No, Emily, don’t open your eyes.”

            I obey. “Don’t let it stop, Charles, please don’t let it stop,” I cry, “Not this time. Not this year.”

            “Dance with me, Emily. Dance with me.”

            The choir has faded, and the orchestra builds to a crescendo. I know if I open my eyes, I will see the wild black hair of the conductor, falling over his eyes as his violin bow slashes through the air.

            But I mustn’t open my eyes.  Charles told me not to.

            “Oh Emily, Emily,” Charles says, “Let us never lose this moment.  Never.”

            “Never, Charles.”

            And then I open my eyes.

            “No, Emily, no!” Charles’ agonized face is before me. But the moment has passed.

            The orchestra is silent. There are no roasting chestnuts, no carol singers, no hot spiced wine.

            Vienna has gone.

           “Oh Emily, you did it again. Just like last year. Just like every year.”

            I am crestfallen. He takes my face in his hands. He kisses my lips, and I close my eyes again, trying to recapture the dream. But it’s too late.

            “Never mind, my love, there’s always next year.”

            “As long as we’re still here,” I say, my old fears returning.

            “I expect we will be. They seem to like us well enough.”

            From the hallway, I hear the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock. It’s time.

            “Come, my love. We must return.” Charles once again takes my hand and together we gaze at the empty picture above the mantelpiece.

            “Until next year and the magic returns,” he whispers.

            “Until next year. Happy Christmas, Charles.”

            “Happy Christmas, Emily.”

            The door opens and a young couple wanders in, each holding a glass of red wine. They are both dressed smartly, she in a navy suit, he in dark grey. She has short blond hair, and his is dark. They look very modern to me.

            The woman’s gaze is drawn to the painting. “I’ve always loved that picture.” She sighs, raising her glass to her lips and taking a sip.

            “That’s why I bought it for you,” the man says and nuzzles her neck.

            “Dance Me to the End of Time,” she murmurs. “Such an evocative title. And it really looks as if that’s what they’re doing, doesn’t it? You feel they could just step out of that frame and glide around the room.”

            Her husband laughs. “You and your imagination.”

            The woman moves toward the fireplace and is peering closer. “There it is again.  The damnedest thing!”

            “What?” he asks.

            “I noticed it last year, but only on Christmas Eve, and it’s happened again this year. Look at her eyes.”

            The man does as he is bid.

            “Can you see it? There at the corner of her eye. A tear. It looks as if it’s just about to spill down her cheek, but I bet you it won’t be there in the morning.”

            The man laughs. “You’re imagining it. Too much wine at dinner.”

            “Say what you like. I know what I saw.” She steps back.

            She’s right, of course.  It’s the tear I cannot cry every Christmas when the magic ends.

            And we are frozen here in time and space.


Catherine Cavendish is joint winner of the Samhain
Gothic Horror Anthology competition 2013. Her winning novella – Linden Manor – is available in all digital formats and in the print anthology, What Waits In The Shadows. She is the author of a number of paranormal horror and Gothic horror novellas and short stories. Her novel, Saving Grace Devine, has recently been published by Samhain Publishing and her new novel -The Pendle Curse - is coming out soon.
     She lives with a longsuffering husband in North Wales. Her home was built in the mid-18th century and is haunted by a friendly ghost, who announces her presence by footsteps, switching lights on and strange phenomena involving the washing machine and the TV.
     When not slaving over a hot computer, Cat enjoys wandering around Neolithic stone circles and visiting old haunted houses.

You can connect with Cat here:!/cat_cavendish      


Thursday, December 19, 2019

PAPERBACKS perfect for gift giving! (#AboutWriting #romance #homeschooling #sweetromance #sexyromance #BDSM)

My project for late this year and all next year is putting out my digital books in paperback, and I pushed myself to get four out in time for Christmas! 

Let's face it--it's not exciting to get a coupon good for a book in your stocking. You want to get something to hold, admire, love and read RIGHT NOW.

So I chose four of my best-selling books over a wide range of fiction and non-fiction for the discerning Christmas (or Chanukah) shopper.

Surprisingly, this book has done well with the homeschooling crowd.

Perfect for the advanced or aspiring author, ABOUT WRITING includes both Write This, Not That! Suz deMello's bestseller, and the newer Plotting and Planning, a primer on the basics: conflict and character, point of view, scene and much, much more, written in deMello's engaging style.

ABOUT WRITING: your essential writing manual!

From the many five star reviews:

--A great reference for experienced writers, an easy-reading primer for beginners.
--A small, but powerful book for beginners and experienced writers alike.

Find it on Amazon


When Linda Travers was fourteen, Dave Madsen, then age seventeen, rescued her from a snowy death. They later met at an end-of-term party at their college and lost their virginities to each other before Dave left the country.

And now...Despite spending her teenage years mooning over Dave, Linda Travers has moved on with her life. Being left pregnant and alone will force that on a gal. Age twenty-five, she lives in their hometown with their six-year-old, Mac. Then Dr. Dave Madsen reappears. He's spent the last years exploring in the Amazon, searching for new plants and medications. A vicious snakebite has left him needing rehab from the only physical therapist around—Linda.

Their college lovemaking was the first time for both, so Linda and Dave remember each other. She’s amazed to feel the same old anger, hurt, and need. Less emotional, Dave’s curious about Linda, wondering why she didn't leave her address and phone number for him when what they’d shared had been so good. Neither totally believes the explanations the other offers.

Since the rescue, Dave was always Linda’s hero, but she doesn’t know him anymore. Is he worthy of fathering their son? And what of their love? Can they create a future…together as a family?

It's on Amazon of course 


Want a sexy diversion?

Do you like sexy twins in a mistaken identity romance involving two hot brothers, sugar kink and a June wedding? If so, this is the light, funny romance for you!

For Colton Wilder, the invitation to his brother's wedding is an invitation to trouble, because Colt, having boinked the bride, knows what she's really like. He doesn't want his brother Max marrying selfish, manipulative Nicole Newcombe, a famous supermodel. In his view, Nicole stole the groom from her sister Dana.

For staid scientist Dana Newcombe, the invitation to her identical twin's wedding is an invitation to humiliation. While Nicole was conniving to steal Max away from Dana, Dana had wild monkey sex in a glass-walled elevator with his brother Colt.

When they meet again at the wedding, she doesn't want to want Colt, but she can't help remembering and re-enacting their earlier sexy tryst in oh so many different ways.

Praise for an earlier edition
Previously published as The Wilder Brother

"Enjoy a few hours with twins, hot men, steamy sex and lots of good fun!"
Long and Short Reviews, Amazon

"This is a truly fun read, Colt and Dana are a hoot."
Emily, Goodreads reviewer


Want to read about the real Fifty Shades?
Here it is:

Want to know the real deal about kink and BDSM?

You won't find it in BS like "Daddy's Little Milch Cow" or The Fifty Shades books. But you'll find it in Perilous Play, Suz deMello's memoir.

Readers said:

"Five stars! BDSM viewed from the inside out."
"Five+ smashing stars! I wish more people knew about this book."
"Five stars! A candid and page-turning account."

 Buy it here

Happy reading!