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Friday 28 February 2014

#MySexySaturday Verbal Sparring or Foreplay?

Welcome to the 38th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week we’re talking about getting sexy on. You know…those slow dramatic build ups to that first kiss…or the foreplay involved with making a great sexy scene. There is nothing like a well written love scene and we want to know just how your characters get sexy on. Is it soft and slow and oh, so beautiful? Is it rough and fast because there is little time to declare their love? Is it in space? In a boardroom? Or in their own humble bedroom? 

This week take a peek at the walking cliché Syn and her too hot to handle chef, Sesto from If You Can't Stand the Heat, while they titillate each other, verbally. It's all a form of foreplay for these two hot headed passionate people. 
Somebody’s about to get burnt…

An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new cooking show—Sesto Théodore, an American-Italian New York chef, and Syn Fully, a world-weary author of erotica. It’s instantly clear that they are complete opposites and their personalities clash, but physically, sparks fly and passion ignites.

Sesto watched as Syn turned to the other judge and whispered something into his ear. He threw his blond head back and roared at whatever she'd said. Then the two of them focused on him. It was nice that they were having a laugh at his expense, no better than high school kids.

“Something you’d like to share with the class, Ms Fully?” Sesto asked, coldly.

“Mmm, I usually don’t like to share with strangers, at least not until I’ve known them more than ten minutes, but if you insist.” Sesto was mesmerised, when she slowly wet her lips, her pointy little tongue almost cupping the centre of her upper lip, before retracting over straight white teeth, disappearing into her mouth. She finished answering the question that he’d almost forgotten he’d asked. “I said that you looked like you could use a good blow job. Release some of that obvious tension.”

Sesto’s cock swelled not only at her words but also that crazy thing that she’d done with her tongue. Fuck! How was he to maintain a cool demeanour when he felt like she’d just licked his dick? “Save your crass vocabulary for your adoring yet easily stimulated fans, Ms Fully, it won’t work on me.”

The corner of her mouth quirked and her eyes narrowed. “Oh, really,” she breathed as if she knew of the painful boner she’d created for him. “I almost want to verify your quick denial for myself, Chef Tay-a-dor.” He watched her lips as she enunciated his name slowly, sexily.

Fisting his hands so that he wouldn’t be tempted to grab one of hers and prove she was absolutely correct in her assumption; instead he snapped at the director, “Can we get on with this?”

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Thursday 27 February 2014

Pavarus, Morvea, Airos, Athis Dey - The Finding Home Series by Jennifer Wright @_JenWright @Totally_Bound

Please welcome back my friend and fellow Totally Bound author 
Jennifer Wright and The Finding Home Series
Pavarus, Morvea, Airos,  
plus an Athis Dey update and sneak peek...

Thanks, H K, for letting me pimp my books on your blog today! :D

Just a quick update – my inspiration seems to finally be coming back, and I’m pleased to say that I’m roughly 75% finished with the 4th book in my Finding Home Series, Athis Dey, and that I’ve even started writing the last book as well. I’ve got tons of ideas and storylines creating chaos in my head and I’m trying my hardest to get it all down before I go crazy, lol! It’s nice to finally be writing again, and I hope to have Athis Dey finished soon. :)

On a quick note, I’ve been getting a lot of “What about Larken!”, so I’d like to share that in the 4th book Larken finally gets his HEA. So hold on to your undies ladies and gents, I’m writing as fast as I can.

Heres a little (unedited) taste of Larken and Khales story to whet your appetites and hopefully having you want more. ;)

Excerpt (From Khale’s POV):

Larken’s tongue slipped into his mouth and Khale shivered with desire. With a firm hold on his face, the warrior walked backwards toward his bedroom, the both of them ravishing each other’s mouths as they stumbled along. Once there, Khale finally allowed himself to touch him. Larken’s muscles tensed beneath his hands, the hard feel exciting Khale even more. He could picture this massive man above him, taking him in every way.

He wanted it.

As if sensing his thoughts, Larken broke the kiss and stared down at him. “Get undressed,” he growled out.

Shaking with need, Khale removed his clothing, his gaze never leaving Larken as the warrior stripped as well. The man was stunning. Every inch of him was perfectly sculpted. He was built and hard and made for Khale’s touch.

Khale reached out, wanting to run his fingers along the rippled abdomen, but instead gasped when Larken pushed him down onto the bed. No one had ever dared do such a thing to him. No one would ever think of pushing him around. With his mouth open, ready to protest at what Larken had done, his words failed him as Larken covered his body with his own, the warmth of his skin seeping into Khale, making his erection grow harder than he thought possible.

Larken glared at him as he took hold of Khale’s wrists and held them above his head. “Don’t move.”

Khale wanted to protest again, yet found himself nodding in compliance. The feel of Larken’s lips trail along his throat made him tremble even more. When the warrior nipped at the crook of his neck, Khale couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips. Arching his hips up, he rubbed his hard length along the curve of Larken’s hip, moaning again at the sweet pressure it provided.

To his dismay, Larken lifted himself up and hovered above him. “I said don’t move.”

His chest heaving with every breath he took, Khale quickly nodded his head again.

Larken smiled at him—that cocky grin that Khale was quickly starting to hate—but his irritation faded as Larken took hold of his cock. Crying out, Khale’s hips bucked up, wanting so bad for that hand to stroke him.

A sparkle shone in Larken’s eyes and the man tightened his grip.
Khale’s trembles with need were clearly showing now. The tease that the warrior was torturing him with was cruel, but he had a feeling he knew what Larken was waiting for, and there was no way he was going to say it.

Larken squeezed his dick again.

“Please,” he begged. Khale immediately cursed himself. How could he let the word slip from his mouth so easily?

Lust replaced the gleam in the warrior’s eyes and he slowly moved his hand up and then down once. Khale groaned and bucked his hips again, needing for him to move faster, but Larken just stopped completely. 

Oh, to hell with this no moving shit. It’d been too long from him to lie around and play games. No longer wanting to be the yielding bottom, Khale wrapped his hand around Larken’s and forced the man to stroke his cock. “Oh gods!”

Suddenly, Larken’s body was on him again, their mouths locked firmly together. Khale ignored the wanton noises he was feeding the other man, and instead relished in the moment. It’d been so long, and he was now so close.

Within the blink of an eye, his hands were once again above his head. Still not wanting to yield, he wrapped his legs around Larken’s waist and arched his hips, grinding himself against the curve of the man’s hip again.

Larken growled into his mouth. Releasing his hold of his wrists, Larken wound an arm around him, his other holding himself up, and pulled Khale farther up onto the bed so Khale could rest his head on the pillows.

Khale threaded his fingers through Larken's hair as he plundered his mouth, and the warrior began to grind his own erection against him. Khale reveled in the feel of it.

He gasped again, this time when he was met with the cold air in the room. His surprise was quickly subsided when Larken flipped him over onto his stomach almost effortlessly. He was a little taken back by the power Larken used on him. It wasn’t like he was a small man by any means. Sure, Larken was a little more built than him, but he felt almost feeble as the man seemed to toss him around like it was nothing.

Larken’s hard body covered his, and once again Khale found himself at a loss for words. The warrior forced his legs apart as he settle between them, his hard length firmly pressed against Khale’s ass.

“I’m tired of waiting,” Larken growled into his ear. 

Unable to speak, Khale just nodded. Larken grabbed Khales hands and held them above his head again, making Khale feel so open and exposed to the man. Taking hold of both of his wrists in one of his hands, Larken then pressed the fingers of his free hand to Khales mouth and Khale gladly accepted them, sucking on them until they were good and wet.

Finding Home

Book One : Pavarus

Thrown into another world where dangerous creatures live and rule, will Wesley stay and find love with a vampire, or will the terrors of an unknown realm have him running home?

On a camping trip in Louisiana, Wesley finds himself sucked down a hidden portal and thrown into another realm where he meets Remus, a warrior vampire. With the help of Remus, Wesley embarks on an adventure to find his way home, back to a world not filled with vampires and dragons and magic folk. Along his journey, the handsome vampire finds his way into Wesley's heart. But will his love for Remus overcome his fears of the creatures that reign in this world?

Remus has never wanted a man before, but finds himself drawn to Wesley despite his denying efforts. He's happy with his life as the commander of the vampires, and has had no interest in finding a mate. But after Wesley is kidnapped, Remus discovers his feelings for the man are stronger than he thought. Is he strong enough, though, to honour Wesley's wish to return home, and let go of the man he loves?
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 Book Two : Morvea 

Keddrick has denied claiming his mate for four years, separating them by worlds just to keep the man he loves safe…from him. Can he resist temptation when his love lands on his doorstep in need of help?

Eli has lusted after Keddrick from the moment the vampire stepped through the portal and into Earth. He had desperately wanted to go with Keddrick when the man returned to Pavarus, but it wasn't allowed—not to mention Eli was under the impression that Keddrick was straight. Four years later his wish has come true, but not in the way he wanted. Barely escaping death by the hands of Wayland, head of the human council on Earth, Eli flees to Pavarus in search of help. The line of events that get him there release a hidden secret deep inside of him he never knew existed, and would soon change his life forever.

Keddrick's restraint towards Eli is being seriously tested, and every day Eli stays with him at the coven, the harder it gets. He wants to keep his distance, but at the same time he wants to do everything he can to please Eli. Yet as time goes on, he feels his resolve slowly crumble, his love for the man too strong to ignore. When Keddrick finds out about Wayland's threat on his and Eli's life, he is determined to stop the madman anyway he can, even if that means going against Eli's pleas for him not to.

Through blood and tears, years of love and moments of betrayal, can these two men find their way through the hardships and into a life of happiness in each other's arms?

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Book Three : Airos

Zane has everything in his life under control and in order, but can he keep it that way when a young dragon is thrown into his life?

Zane was meant to be a warrior—end of story. Though he may not have had the most pleasant life living at the coven, he still loved being there. But the steadiness of his world came to a halt all within one day's events. A man he never saw coming has pushed the boundaries of what little normalcy he has, and learning of a secret love is just confusing him even more. Zane has never felt more torn on what he should be feeling…and for whom. Though if he assumed having two men plaguing his every waking thought was hard enough, learning of the danger his mother is in nearly has his head spinning off into another dimension.

The leader of the Dráguns is threatening to take everything away from him, his best friend is slipping further and further away from him, and a little dragon is managing to get under his skin in more ways than one. Sorting out what he has to do, what he wants, and what's right for him will be the biggest challenge he's ever been faced with. Will he follow his heart or will he take the easy path…or is the easy path the right path to begin with?

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Monday 24 February 2014

Collecting Fantasies by Kay Jaybee @Kay_Jaybee

Please welcome the lovely Kay Jaybee...

Collecting Fantasies
Kay Jaybee

Other people’s fantasies have always fascinated me.

Our brain is without doubt the most important of all our sexual organs- without our imaginations, sex would merely be a physical thing. Okay, the physical side is not exactly a bad thing- but throw in some hot imaginative day dreams, and it’s always going to be better!

It was this concept that bought the stories of The Collector together. A compendium of 21 different erotic tales, some long, some short (some very very short), all gathered and narrated by an ordinary woman who has taken the uncovering, discovering, and exploring of other peoples sexual ideas, adventures, and desires as her hobby...


The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her tales

of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already

engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?

She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her

notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording,

the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.

Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector's

sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and

voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own

before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.

It is time for the worlds raunchiest

chronicler to come to light.

What is it that makes one person melt at the idea of being bent over an armchair and soundly whipped, while another would see the very same fantasy as their worst nightmare? Why do some people dream of hot wax being dripped over their bodies, while others crave for their partners to brush them with rose petals and make love to them with a slow gentleness that lasts hours and hours?

I guess we’ll never know what make one person love something, while the next hates it. And vive the difference!!

Here’s little snippet from The Collector for you- Do you like liquorice?


‘Perhaps I should explain that we work in a sweet shop. We sell the old fashioned kind of sweets in jars; lemon sherbets, kola-kubes, cherry lips, dolly mixtures, alongside all the new stuff and posh boxes of chocolates.

It all happened quite quickly I guess. It was obvious from the moment I took the job that we wanted each other, but initially we held back. Work isn’t the best place after all, especially if there are only two members of staff. Anyway, as I said, it was sort of inevitable really.

So, last Thursday evening, there I was, starkers on the bed, watching at my boss who was naked, commanding, and utterly gorgeous.

            I was not tied to the bed, but I wish I had been. He’d ordered me to stay still, but it was unbelievably difficult to obey as my body desperately wanted to move towards him.

My arms were folded with my hands sat beneath my head, and my legs were pushed up so that my knees pointed into the air. It was as if I was about to undergo some unpleasant medical intrusion. He’d placed a soft silk cushion under my arse to give him, as he put it, “Better visual.”

He flashed a little bag in front of my eyes, but made sure I couldn’t actually see what it contained. I frowned at his long delicate fingers, unsure of what was coming next. He just smiled.

I tried to concentrate on what he was holding, but the heat surging through my breasts from the whipping they had just received was taking most of my attention. My nipples burnt and longed for a cooling tongue to kiss them better. I had to push my head back harder into my hands to prevent myself from moving them and rubbing myself off.

At last he showed me the packet. It was a Dib-Dab; a packet of loose sherbet with a cherry flavoured lolly conveniently included. When I was a kid I loved to suck all the sherbet off the sticky lolly.

I flinched as he ripped it open. There was something about the way he was looking at me that confirmed that the agony he’d previously inflicted was simply the first course, and that seconds’ was coming up. I longed to scream out ‘Just get on with it!’, but the ball gag which he’d lodged in my mouth prevented the luxury of speech, so I just had to content myself with biting down hard onto the black rubber intrusion.

My thighs felt slick with my own juices. I tried hard not to think about the picture I must have presented. As I’ve said, I wasn’t bound, but I was gagged, and my breasts were pressed through a tight black harness, pushing them up and exposing them as an easy target for the short riding crop I had discovered he kept in the corner of his bedroom.

He pulled the lolly out of the packet and put it in his mouth. As he sucked I could feel my nipples tremble. That was what they needed. I felt unbelievably jealous of a bloody sweet!

After what felt like an eternity he pulled the damp lolly from between his lips and advanced towards me. There was no hanging about, he stuffed its red oval head into my cunt and pushed it until all but the very end of the stick had been swallowed up into my starving hole.

The width of the lolly felt amazing as it stretched me open. I could feel the air rushing in around the thin stick, making me feel empty but full at the same time. I began to shudder in response to the contradiction of sensation, but he slapped my breasts hard and I silently cried out into my rubber guardian.

‘You will not come yet.’ His voice was like gravel, and for a second I had to remind myself that I had wanted this too. He began to slide the lollypop up and down and I closed my eyes, trying for all I was worth not to climax. A task made even harder when he knelt and began to lick the mixture of pussy juice and sweet syrup from around my hole.

I was shaking, I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge, even though it had been forbidden. Then he did it. He climbed astride me and sprinkled the sherbet from the Dib-Dab packet all over my tits. The cold sweetie dust tickled as it landed on my sweating skin. My hips twitched as I began to fight a losing battle with myself. As his mouth enclosed my right tit, licking up the sherbet, I groaned into silence as the sweet fizzed against his tongue and my chest. By the time he began to feast on my left side I was shaking and bucking so hard I’m surprised he wasn’t knocked off.

He took very little notice of the fact that I had disobeyed him until every single drop of the tingling dust had been consumed. Only then did his face become a picture of disgust and lust in glorious combination. I began to shiver, no longer with desire, but in response to the look in his eyes. He picked up a liquorice boot lace from the pile of supplies he’d lifted from the shop. Licking the end to dampen it a little he lashed my right nipple hard. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes as he stung me again and again.

Then, taking a handful of the laces, he began to coil them around my harnessed breasts. The black strings were cool against my hot flesh and felt heavy against my need to be sucked, caressed and kissed.  The ever growing pyramids of sweets created a sticky barrier against the attention I craved. Soon only my two swollen nipples were visible, poking out from the encircled breasts.

My boss stepped back, pleased with his work. After a moments consideration he came to my face and finally, mercifully, undid the ball gag. My jaw cracked as he eased the rubber out of my mouth. I longed to thank him, but I was so stiff the words just wouldn’t come out. Even if they could’ve, they didn’t really have time to form, as I quickly found his rock hard dick teasing my pleading face.

I licked the end, relishing the wet tip across my dry mouth. He withdrew almost instantly and unwrapped a giant sucking lolly, which he pushed into my mouth saying ‘Work on that girl,’ before I even had time to protest...

Thanks again for letting me visit today- if you would like to buy The Collector it is available from Amazon UK, Amazon.com and all good paperback and ebook retailers.


Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 by the ETO.

Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,

Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk 

Saturday 22 February 2014

#MySexySaturday Long, hot, slow, sexy kisses...xxx

Welcome to the 37th week of the My Sexy Saturday blog hop where a group of authors share 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words of a published work or a WIP. This week long, hot, slow kisses meant to melt a characters heart...

 This week Carey and Bryan from  
Better Than Another Man get the 
hot smooch nod.


Better than Another Man is a love story between
two best friends, Bryan and Carey. Bryan is
straight and Carey is gay, but they stand by each
other through the milestones of their lives,
including Carey’s coming out.

But when a family tragedy strikes, Bryan turns
to Carey for support, and their relationship moves
in an unexpected direction.

Can a straight man and a gay man enter into an
intimate relationship, or will it destroy their
friendship forever?

Who knows Better Than Another Man…


 Carey wrapped one of his big hands around the back of my neck, his deep blue eyes searching mine. “And so it begins, huh? What are we gonna do without each other?”

I felt myself moving as if in a dream. My gaze fixated on his lips. I wanted to taste them again. I placed my hands on either side of his face as if I was afraid he might pull away, but somehow knowing that he wouldn’t. I gave into what I’d wanted to do since this morning and I kissed him.

Carey didn’t even tense this time but moved into my kiss, his lips firm and warm. He looped his arms around my back and pulled me closer. It felt good. It felt right. But so wrong at the same time. What the fuck was I doing? My cock was rock hard in an instant. I was so aroused and taken aback at the same time.

I was out of my element here. When Carey ran his tongue over the seam of my closed lips I opened for him and accepted his tongue, sliding my own tentatively against his.

He dropped his hips, bringing his equally hard dick in contact with mine, rubbing our parts together expertly, increasing the exquisite awakening in me.

I moaned with a combination of need and helplessness. Part of me wanted to go further and the other half didn’t and as always, my best friend knew what I could handle.

Carey brought the kiss slowly to an end and he held me as we both struggled to breathe.

 I hope you enjoyed today's sexy snog. Don't forget to check out the other My Sexy Saturday Blog Hoppers HERE for some more steamy lip locks.

Have a Sexy Saturday! Mmmmwah!

Wednesday 19 February 2014

Mary Waibel's FAERY MARKED Coming May 2014 @mewtweety14 @BookFishBooks

One to Watch: Coming in May from Mary Waibel 
FAERY MARKED - YA Paranormal

Tag line:

No one ever warned her magic came with a price.

Back Cover:

When Callie Rycroft wakes to purple flames on the ceiling, she discovers that not only does the Faery realm exist, but she is the human who must save it. Chosen as Champion by the Faery Queen, Callie is tasked with finding the Cordial, a magical elixir to strengthen the portal between the Human and Faery realms.

The upside? Reece Michaels, the boy she's been crushing on for years, is assigned as her Guardian. Callie hopes by spending time together, he'll start to see her as more than just his best friend's sister.

The downside? She's in a race not only against time, but another Champion and Guardian-a Guardian who stands to threaten her developing relationship with Reece.

Magic, mistaken identities, and hidden agendas are the least of Callie's worries when she learns the Cordial requires a sacrifice. Will Callie be willing to risk all, even Reece, to complete her task as Champion, or will she let the portal fall, destroying both realms?

How did the idea for Faery Marked come to you?  
Ironically, it started with me wanting to write a story about a girl highwayman. Except when I sat down to write I kept seeing a girl waking up to purple flames on the ceiling. As I wrote the opening scene, it finally came to me that she was waking to her magic. I thought about going the sorceress route, but then thought, what if she was gifted magic-but by who and why? And from that, FAERY MARKED was born.

I see Faery Marked is Book One of a series. How many books do you have plotted out and how many do you think will ultimately be in the Faery Series?  

I planned it to be a trilogy (FAERY MARKED, FAERY CURSED FAERY BOUND). Although I do have a character asking for his own story, which I am happy to do, but it will probably fall in the NA range, rather than YA- mostly due to his age.

Was the title an easy one to come up with or was it one you tossed around?  

The title came pretty easy. At first I was going to call it FAERY KISSED, but I found that title was already used, so I changed it to FAERY MARKED. Book two was going to be MAGIC BOUND, but as I got thinking about things, I decided to use FAERY in each title, and given the story lines, I pushed the title of book 2 to book 3.

How different is this series from your Princess of Valendria series?
It is quite different. For starters, it's set in the real world and in Faery. It's told mostly in 1st peron POV by Callie, with chapters set in 3rd person POV from the Faery Queen interspersed through out.

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Monday 17 February 2014

Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend by Bryan Fields @MusePublishing

Welcome MuseItUp Publishing author Bryan Fields...

How did you come to write this story?  Whats the story behind it?  Why did youwrite Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend and not Hot Monkey Sex with a Large-Breasted Dragongirl?  It would sell better.  

Actually, that last question raises a good point.  Erotica outsells everything else by a long shot.  Ive even got a great set-up for paranormal erotica, because Rose can change shape any time she wants.  If a scene needs four breasts, three Old Fellas, and a cluster of tentacles for the hentai crowd, Rose can make it happen.  Shes already mating outside her species, so why stop at the hominids?  Cry gimme wood on the set! and let slip the dogs of bow-chikka-bow-wow!

Problem is, Im rubbish at erotica.  I enjoy reading it, and I know David and Rose have a great love life once the lights go out, but when Im writing, the story Im able to tell happens when the lights are on.  Ill stick to unmitigated geekery and leave the hot stuff to the experts, where it belongs. 

On the other side of that coin, even though I go with fading to black and avoiding explicit details, Ive still gotten comments that the racy content wasnt needed and should be removed.

Sorry, but Im disinclined to acquiesce to that request. 

Thats not to say there isnt a lot of wish fulfillment to the story; I have yet to meet a writer whose words dont flow from some deep-seated fountain of longing for one unmet desire or another.  This story started thirty years ago, with a girl (theres always a girl, you know) wearing a shirt that said, “Kiss me twice, Im schizophrenic”.  Life is short and she was hot, so I went for it.  Fortune favors the bold, it seems, because were still friends today.

Rose showed up in a dream a little over a year ago, wearing the same shirt, a Dragoness in Human form who liked going to bars, finding the child molesters and would-be rapists in the crowd, and taking them back to her place for dinner.  Dragons dont do salads.

Four in the morning, I staggered to my computer and typed everything I could remember into a Word document.  I even managed to save it before I faceplanted on the keyboard for an hour or two.

I got two short stories about Rose done in eight hours or so and submitted them to an anthology.  Still, I couldnt stop thinking about them.  There was more story to be told.  I rewrote both into novellas and started on a third.  I had all three sent out to beta readers when the original short stories came back rejected.  It seems Rose was… unwholesome.  Naughty.  She was a baaaad dragon…

I jumped and cheered.  Huzzah for racy content!  That rejection letter was the best piece of news Id had in a long time.

I went back to work, keeping the three novellas separate portions of a single book.  The next bunch of rejection letters, not so happy about.  A friend of mine gave me his editors name and email address, and after a lot of second-guessing, I decided a submission was a submission and sent my query.

Send the full, she said.


After checking my email every ten minutes for the next month and a half, the acceptance letter and contract arrived while our family was standing in line to get in to Denver ComicCon.  The news made that death march bearable.

I finished the second book about Rose and David, The Land Beyond All Dreams, while waiting to receive my edits.   That contract came in while I was waiting for galley proofs and cover art.  While I waited, I started working on a third book.  That one crossed over 50,000 words just before I started writing this.

Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend was released on January 3rd.  Seeing the cover live and for sale wasnt better than marrying Noelle or holding our daughter Alissa for the first time, but it was up there.  It was like having a newborn in that theres a whole lot more than you expect involved, and nothing anyone tells you can prepare you for the reality.

And just as with changing diapers and colic, nothing anyone tells you can prepare you for the incessant drum beat of self-promotion.  Making contacts, finding ways to introduce yourself to new audiences, and arranging for reviews or blog tours can become a full-time job in itself.

Id love to keep talking about Rose and David, but Las Vegas isnt going to trash itself.  Thank you for your time and for letting me ramble a bit.  

Wind to your wings, friends. 

A lot of guys claim to have hot girlfriends. David Fraser has one who actually breathes fire.

Rose Drake is a Dragoness in Human form, come to Earth for three years to soak up the local energy and increase her chances of having happy, healthy, baby hatchlings when she goes home. In exchange for his time and energy, David’s body and love life both undergo extreme makeovers. It sounds like the deal of a lifetime.

Fate doesn’t let David and Rose off so easily. A friend of theirs is murdered, their homeowner’s association starts harassing them, and they have to complete a quest for an Elven sage in order to stop a genocidal Unicorn from turning Earth into a radioactive wasteland.

After all, when you’re dating a Dragon, you’re already a hero. It says so in the fine print.

Excerpt from “Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend”

Rose and Miranda returned from the ladies, deep in conversation. Miranda was flushed with the deep anger of righteous indignation, while Rose was radiating the slow burn of frustration. It was a safe bet they’d been discussing the Mavis situation.

I gave Miranda a grim smile as I nocked my first arrow. “Any advice on the issue of the day, officer?”

“Keep doing what you’re doing, but you know that already.” She nocked and released two arrows in rapid succession, both solid head shots. She fired off two more, starting a nice, tight grouping. “Keep the police informed, get a good paper trail, let them do the stupid thing and come at you. It’s hard and it’s frustrating, but in the end, the only way to win is play by the rules.”

“Or change the game,” Rose added. Instead of going for our standard head shots, she started placing arrows in the target’s shoulders and arms, followed by one through each ear. She continued to staple an imaginary Mavis to the wall, saving her last arrow to go between the eyes, all to the cheers of the other shooters.

This was why other leagues didn’t like to play with us.

“What do you mean, ‘change the game’?” Miranda set her bow on the padded rack behind the line and sat down to wait for the remaining shooters. “It isn’t a good idea to just go flying by the seat of your pants.”

Ember set her bow down and added, “Change is inevitable. You should embrace it. Use it to your advantage.” Ember is an orange-haired suicide girl with crimson dragon scales and wings tattooed down her back. She ran a therapeutic massage clinic and designed her own religion around the dragons in her favorite online game. Now, I don’t sit in judgment on the validity of anyone’s eschatology. As a Whovian, my moral code is inspired by a madman in a blue box. Still, I just couldn’t see turning control of my spirituality over to a game designer in southern California.

Ember sat down next to Miranda and popped open her third energy drink. “Changing the game means you set the rules. It’s a classic strategy. Sun Tzu calls it ‘holding a pillow down on the enemy’. The wabbit does it all the time.”

“I’ve never thought of the wabbit as being a master tactician,” I said as I racked my bow.

Ember raised her eyebrow at me. “You ever see him lose?”

We started walking down to the targets to retrieve our arrows. “You’ve got a point,” I said. “However, the bunny always has the writer backing him up. That’s a big advantage.”

“No kidding,” Jake snorted. “Why do you think everyone who goes to war says God is on their side?”

“God can’t be everywhere,” Miranda answered. “That’s why police officers were created.”

Rose finished pulling her arrows and stepped away from the targets. “I don’t need any gods on my side. I’m on my side, and that’s enough. Asking a god to do something you can take care of yourself is just being lazy.”

“Rawr,” said Ember, clawing the air in front of her. “The dragon is strong with this one.”

Rose slid her arrows back into her quiver. “Ember, what would you do if you saw a news report that a live Dragon had appeared somewhere? The real thing. Big as a house and twice as scaly.”

“I’d assume the news crew was rockin’ the ganja.” Ember waved her hand to dismiss the idea. “Or that it was a set-up and anyone who responded would find themselves on an involuntary three-day hold and observe.”

“Ganja would definitely be involved,” Miranda muttered. She looked at Rose for a moment and added, “Unless you mean lizard-like space aliens?” It wasn’t my imagination—there was a hopeful note to her voice. She’s still convinced Rose is a space alien, and we’ve done nothing to change her mind.

“I mean a Dragon.” Rose shook her head. “That’s what you would do if you thought the report was false. Assume the report satisfied you it was true. What would you do, Ember?”

Ember took careful aim and released her first arrow, striking the target’s right eye. “I’d do whatever I had to do. If I couldn’t go home with it, I’d beg for it to kill me, because I couldn’t live knowing they existed on a world I’d never see. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is believing that my belief is keeping them alive somewhere.” She dropped two more arrows into the target’s left eye. “Does that answer your question?”

Rose nodded. “Yes. Thank you very much.” She turned back to her target and fired off her arrows as fast as she could, stapling the silhouette once more. She retired to the back wall of the range and pretended to examine the snack machine for something edible. I was on my last two arrows when I felt Rose building up power to work a spell. I stepped back and racked my bow, waiting to see what Rose was working on.

She built the energy up to a much higher level than I’d seen her use before. Everything in the area slowed down. The arrows in the air came crawling to a stop. The people in the room froze in place, and all the color washed out of everything. Rose placed her hands on Ember’s temples and held them there. When she removed her hands, Ember began glowing, well, like you were blowing on an ember at a campfire. Rose sat down, and everything surged into full forward motion, full of sound and color.

About me:

By day, Im a mild-mannered IT tech; by night, a writer who spends too much time in online games.  I grew up reading classical authors such as Verne, Burroughs, Wells, Haggard, and Lovecraft, often in conjunction with large doses of Monty Python, Wild Wild West, and Hee-Haw.  My current influences include Doctor Who, Girl Genius, and An Idiot Abroad.

I began writing professionally as a member of the content design team for the MMORPG Istaria: Chronicles of the Gifted.  My first published short stories appeared in the anthologies The Mystical Cat and Gears and Levers III in 2012.

I live in Denver with my wife Noelle and daughter Alissa.  The three of us can often be found prowling around Istaria, Wizard City, and the wilds of Azeroth.  I also make occasional side jaunts to scavenge bits of ancient technology in the radioactive ruins of the Grand Canyon Province.
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