Friday, June 25, 2010

Welcome Sam Cheever

I sure am lucky to have so many author friends! Sam and I were roommates at RT and after talking so much in emails, it was great to meet her. And I'm exciting she's taken the time to share her work with us here. So sit back and get ready for a fun read.


AND to make it really cool for our group, Sam will selcet a winner tomorrow from the comments for a Honeybun download...reader's choice.

Series Romance – Why do we enjoy it so much?

As long as I can remember, I’ve loved series romances like a fat kid loves cake. I ravished the Dark Hunter series, consumed JD Robb’s Eve Dallas books, and gobbled up every Stephanie Plum tome that came off the presses…in hardcover ‘cause I didn’t want to wait for them to come out in paperback! What made me go back, time and again, hungry for those books? Of course, these are supremely talented authors, who know how to tell an interesting and riveting tale. But it was more than that. I came for the stories, the characters, and the world that the authors created. In some small way, since I was in there with them, immersing myself in it, I felt like part of that world. I liked that feeling.

I think that’s the biggest reason readers enjoy series books so much. The savvy author creates an irresistible world, with unique and compelling characters, and draws us in a piece at a time…a character at a time…a problem and a solution at a time, always promising more around the next corner. It’s compelling!

Which brings me to my own romantic suspense series, the Honeybun Hunks. #:0)

I’m sometimes asked why I think my Honeybun Hunks series is so popular. I think it’s a few things. First of all, those Honeybuns are hot! #:0) They’re every woman’s dream man. They have the best traits of a man, strong, decisive, and willing to kick bad guy butt to save the people they care about, but they still find room in their emotional make-ups to nurture their feminine sides. They respect their mother, they cook, they shop, and they treat their women like goddesses. Secondly, I think people like the idea of following the books through each brother, getting to know them individually, in their own books, as well as collectively, how they function within such a large and interesting family. And lastly, I think the books are popular because, along with the love story that unfolds from beginning to end, they contain a lot of action and even a few laughs.
The entire, completed series will contain eight books. One for each Honeybun brother. Here’s the layout so far: Book 1: A Honeybun and Coffee, Alastair’s story; Book 2: Life, Liberty, and Pursuit of a Honeybun, Alfric’s story; Book 3: Fast Track to a Honeybun, Warwicke’s story; and Book 4: A Honeybun in Hell (October 2010), Edric’s story.

Clovis’, Heathcliffe’s, Godric’s, and Percy’s stories will release in 2011 and 2012.

The books are stand alone. You don’t need to read them in order. If you can that’s fun, because it will take you through the building of the Honeybun clan, one new honey at a time. But it isn’t necessary. And hopefully, if you do pick up a Honeybun one day, you’ll find yourself being hopelessly drawn in. I highly recommend it. It’s nice in their world! #:0)

Award winning author Sam Cheever mixes in a little fun, a little adventure, and a little real-life spice to create her sexy fantasy and romantic suspense stories. Sam’s fictional peeps fight their way through a dizzying array of challenges without letting little things like treacherous villains, vicious monsters, or manipulative gods dampen their zest for life and hot love!

To find out more about Sam and her work, please pay her a visit at any one of the following online hot spots: .
Her webiste: http://www.samcheever.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sam-Cheever-Author/102117321982

MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/samcheever

or her blog: http://tweenyouandme.blogspot.com/

She always loves to chat with readers!



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Sexy Indy car racer Warwicke Honeybun isn’t looking for love. But when he stumbles upon a beautiful woman being abused by a fellow driver one night, he wastes no time delivering a painful message to the man abusing her. Unfortunately, the man turns up dead the next day and the woman shows up on Warwicke’s doorstep covered in blood. Warwicke’s life gets eminently more complicated as he fights to protect her while working to clear her name; knowing all the while that she’s one of his fiercest competitors on the track.

Fabiana Maricruz hasn’t had time for men since she started competing in the male oriented sport of open wheel racing. She’s worked hard to overcome her rough beginnings as a Cuban-American living on the streets of the barrio. But now, somebody wants her to walk away from the sport she loves, and apparently they’ll do anything at all to make sure she does. Fortunately for her she has the Honeybuns on her side!


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He was in the kitchen, washing the grime and paint off his hands when Fabiana finally emerged from her room. Despite the fact that she’d had at least twelve hours of sleep, she had dark circles under her pretty brown eyes and looked pale. “Are you feeling okay?”

She nodded, shoving her hands into the pockets of her cut-offs. They were very short and very tight, making Warwicke’s body tighten with instant need as they brought to mind how she’d looked in the lacy boy style panties the night before. She must have had some clothes stashed away in her old room.

“I have a little headache that’s all.”

“Did you take something for it?”

She glared at him and pulled the refrigerator door open, peering inside as if she was only about half interested in its contents. “Yes, Madre. I took some aspirin.”

Warwicke dropped the towel he’d been using to dry his hands onto the counter and moved close, lowering his lips to within inches of her ear. He reached out and grabbed a thick lock of her hair, noticing how soft it was as he gently tugged it. “Believe me, Fabiana, I’m about as far from your mother as you’re gonna get.”

She turned her head and found that her lips were near enough his to touch if she so much as inhaled deeply. Warwicke’s breath was sweet and warm on her face, making her body tighten with instant need. Fabiana parted her lips and drew air into her lungs. She felt off kilter, unsure of herself for the first time in years. Warwick Honeybun had always made her mouth water, but sometime over the last couple of days her resistance to him had weakened. To the point where, if he was even in the same room with her she started having lustful thoughts, let alone a half inch from her face.

“Warwicke, I…”

His mouth descended on hers and all coherent thought flew from her brain. In fact, she wondered if her mind had melted completely in the inferno that consumed her body instantly as his lips claimed hers and his hands pulled her up tight against his long, muscular body.

She made a small sound of half-hearted protest but the hands that wrapped around his wrists didn’t pull him away as she’d intended, instead they smoothed up his forearms, over the steel bands of his biceps and across his broad, hard shoulders to tangle in the soft curls on his neck.

Warwicke growled low in his throat as she tilted her head, giving herself up completely to his sensual assault. Fabiana’s stomach jumped and her heart matched its rhythm to his. Her skin felt so alive under his touch it was almost painful…in an incredible and wonderful way.
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Simma Has His Say


Lizzie thinks she has it tough in her world (yeah, I’ve heard her whines), but I’m here to tell you what tough is!

For those of you who read Dogspell, you know when the book ended I was given the task to train the Demon Duo, as their brother liked to call them. Let me tell you, the only reason my black coat isn’t gray these days, is thanks to magic.

If Rand’s mother had scryed to come up with a punishment, she couldn’t have found a worse one. There were times I wished she had lived up to her treats to make me green and hopping. The next several months had me locked in a battle of wills, but I haven’t been around for as long as I have for nothing. I laid the rules on the line, “Ladies, it’s my way or the highway.” Okay, maybe I didn’t quite put it like that, but we eventually came to an understanding.

Finally got those girls whipped into shape, and if I say so myself, they turned out pretty good. They become decent witches these days, though they do still have the tendency to create a little mischief when they get bored. Let’s hope college challenges them enough they don’t get into trouble. I warned them (and so did the older witches), they can’t use magic for school work; no matter how much they party and get behind.

My man Rand and his delightful wife, Amanda, have two little girls now. May the goddess help me, because do you believe, the little imps remind of their aunts when they were around that age, right down to the “I’ll do it by myself” attitudes they both have.

But the real angst of my life is this…that slut FiFi, popped out a kitten and said he’s mine. Yeah, yeah, I know in the book I thought she was the bomb, but turns out she wasn’t as selective in her mates as I thought. Her tail was in the air for any male feline that passed through the neighborhood during her “time,” so you can understand my doubts. Problem is the boy looks like me and does have the glimmer of magic about him.

Amanda, bless her compassionate heart, adopted him. Between Filibert (yeah, you heard me right and that’s all his mother’s doing) and the girls, I have to keep a close eye on things at that house too. Good thing they now live next door. I’m telling you, this cat is getting too old for babysitting, no matter the species.

So Lizzie, if your twisted little brain wanders down the path of sequel as it has been suggested…DON’T. I have neither the time nor the energy to help you write another book at the moment!
But I will give you a high-five for that great review on Dogspell from Debi over at CK2s Kwips and Kritiques.
http://www.ck2skwipsandkritiques.com/reviews/2010/05/03/review-dogspell-by-lizzie-t-leaf/
Until next time,
Simma

The Winner IS!

Robert Appleton!!!

Congratulations, Robert. Sloane will contact you on how to get your prize.

Have a great weekend all!

Lizzie

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Some Like it Hot and Sloane Taylor Delivers!





A big welcome to my friend and fellow author, Sloane Taylor. As critique partners, Sloane has woke me up on many mornings with a sex scene to critique. Trust me, if I was still a little sleepy, buy the time I finished her scene, we're talking wide awake and wondering how quickly Hubby could get home!

I love her like a sister and wish to heck I could bring the sizzle to the pages like she can. Here's the official bit about this terrific lady.


Sloane Taylor is a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives which carry over into her books. Her stories are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women they encounter are both feminine and strong. A true romantic, the women Sloane writes will bring more than lust to their men’s lives.

Born and raised in Chicago, Sloane and Studly, her mate for life, split their time between a home in Illinois and a weekend cottage on the back roads of Indiana…or you can catch up with her as she travels though Europe, researching new material.

Please visit her at www.sloanetaylor.com or www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor. Sloane loves to hear from readers. Feel free to email her at sloanetaylor@comcast.net.

She has been kind enough to share an excerpt from FRENCH TWIST with us. Given that she is on a deadline at the moment, she'll pop in from time to time to answer questions and tomorrow (Friday) she'll pick a luck winner to receive a little extra reading to heat up their summer...a copy of FRENCH TART.

Now settle back and get ready to be 'Steamed Up' with an excerpt from FRENCH TWIST!
WARNING...Air conditioning needs to be turned up.

ISBN: 978-1-60168-293-2
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press

BUY LINK: http://aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/french-twist/prod_322.html

BLURB:
Interpol agent Claudette D’Laquois is on the run. Dull Uncle Paul and his rundown chateau in Nice, France are her only safe haven…but she never planned on the delectable estate manager who is even more dangerous than the Russian mob boss who wants her dead.

Three weeks of overseeing operations at his friend’s orchard seems like the ideal vacation to CPA Don Hobbs. And so it was—until a French sex goddess pulls him into a world of drugs, intrigue, and erotic fantasy.

EXCERPT:
The throbbing burst into her head again. She rubbed her temples. “S’il vous plait, do not make this more difficult.”

“Hey, I get it. You’re this tough woman who can handle herself in any kind of danger. But, you need to look at it from my point of view.” He stepped behind her and massaged her shoulders, edging up to her neck.

Instant relief.

She sighed with each knead that worked free the stress knots.

“Let’s just say this Cesar doesn’t come alone. You ever figure he’s not a good guy?” Sarcasm streamed with each word.

“I know him.” She shrugged off his hands and turned, her fists balled tight. “You do not.”

“I’m not stupid and I do know a bunch of bullshit when I hear it.” His words bounced off the walls. “You think this fucker is your long-lost savior. Not hardly likely, chickee, if he bailed on a high profile government job and left you to the wolves.” He squinted at her, a vein pulsed along his forehead. “Was your commander right? Did you and James Fuckingbond have a couple of rolls in the sack and now you think he’s gonna be the righteous man of the hour? Is that all it takes with you? A fast fuck and a couple of swats on the ass to make you bend over and suck mud?”

“You dare to speak to me this way?” Red flashed before her eyes. “One afternoon of sex and you think you own me? Know what my life is like? How it should be orchestrated? You assume the right to be my master?” Meeting him decibel for decibel, she yelled, “You are an idiot!”

She swung out her hand, ready to slap his face. Hard.

With an expression cold and fierce, he leaned into her.

“Don’t do it. Don’t do one fucking thing you don’t want done back to you.” He stood his ground, fists planted on his hips. “I’m a nice guy. A fucking gentleman until someone, and I don’t care if she is a broad, muscles me. You got that? Loud and clear? Has it sunk you’re your brain? I will not—”

Wap.

A low growl came from deep in his chest. In slow motion, he rubbed his cheek along her red imprint, eyes narrowed to slits. “That’s it, baby, party’s over.”

He grabbed her wrist and spun her around, flopped onto the bed, and yanked her over his knee.

Rip.

Her cotton skirt shredded like tissue as he yanked it up over her ass, exposing her boy shorts.

“I told you before you needed a good spanking and the time’s come.” The satin panties were ripped away.

Whack.

His hand cracked down on her firm rear. The sting raced across her flesh, charging heat to her clit.

“Ow!” She struggled to get free, flailing her legs and arms, but his free hand pressed across her back, holding her in place. “You will pay for this, you le fils d'une chienne.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will, but not as much as you. And I’m not a son of a bitch. My mother is a nice woman.”

Whack.

“Nice girls don’t talk like that either.”

Whack. Whack.

“Donald, stop before it is—”

Whack.

“Too late? Too bad. Already is and I don’t give a shit.”

Whack. Whack.

His rigid penis pressed into her abdomen and dampness pooled in her panties. Pressure built between her thighs, increasing with each smack. She arched into him, loving it. Wanting this from the day they met.

Dieu, at this moment, he was her master. She wanted to be his equal, but not right now. Now, she wanted him to take control, had to know his brute force, needed him.

His hand slowed, then rested on her tingling flesh. He traced her butt cheek, edging closer to her perineum. She opened her thighs, praying he would slip between them.

He glided a finger along the crease, then dipped lower and stroked her swollen nether lips. Up and down, down and up, and she loved every stroke.

Cream seeped from her and her body begged for release. She no longer held back the moans.

“Had enough?” His words came out thick.

“Not of you.” She twisted around until she sat on his lap.

*****

Be sure to check out her new release at Aspen Mountain Press, FRENCH DELIGHTS http://aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/french-delights/prod_311.html

So, lets get busy and grill this woman on how she comes up with all this HOT material!

Things are about to get HOT!

Make sure you have your fan handy, and a large glass of ice water would probably be good too. Why??? Because, tomorrow Sloane Taylor is joining us. She's sharing an excerpt that is sure to make you realize Summer has arrived!

And she's giving away a prize...hint...more hot reading material. Details tomorrow so make sure you stop in!

Lizzie

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

This Week's Guest

Sloane Taylor will be sharing with us on Thursday, June 24th. Be sure to stop by and check out an excerpt from her latest "Hot" read.

Lizzie

Monday, June 21, 2010

A Matter of Opinion

I received several new reviews on various books recently and it took my mind down a wandering road. And yes, my mind wanders a lot on a number of things.

A number of authors (me included) wait with dreaded anticipation for that first review of a new book. For some reason, that first review creates the most anxiety. Once its under our belts, we either are doing a happy dance or looking for the nearest sharp object (around here, all sharp objects are hidden during this period)…or at the very least on a negative review, we have a pity party. Some are parties brief, while, others are full blown ones that drag on for days or longer. I had one friend, after a particularly nasty review decide to give up writing. When this same book later won a contest, it improved her mood considerably!

Anyway, back to the wandering road. Reviews are opinions and reviewers, like agents and editors rejection of your work (we’ll save that wandering road for another time), is just on individuals take on a book. I’ve read books that have received rave reviews and won awards out the ying-yang, where I barely made it through three chapters before giving up.

There have been others that I picked up in a bookstore and became so engrossed I stayed up way too late reading and when finished, put it on my Keeper shelf. The surprise comes later when I’ve stumbled across a review dishing the book. See, a matter of tastes and opinions.

So I’m going to enjoy the elation I felt when I opened the email for my latest review. It isn’t the first one for Dogspell, but still made me feel good. Having someone praise your work has a way of doing that. If you want to check it out, here’s the link http://www.ck2skwipsandkritiques.com/reviews/2010/05/03/review-dogspell-by-lizzie-t-leaf/

In the meantime, since the first review of Butterfly Kisses is under my belt and it was a good one, I can have my husband dig the sharp objects out of their hiding places.

How much does a review influence your decisions to buy a book? It it is a negative one, do you look at other things about the book you may find interesting before you decide?

Lizzie