Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Danica Avet's Dean's List Scavenger Hunt

This is a super fun scavenger hunt to promote Danica's EC for Men release, Dean's List and, since it isn't the typical blog spot, let's start out with the super-duper important scavenger hunt information, and take it from there! Let's have some FUN!

Super Duper Important- Scavenger Hunt Instructions:

There are 15 (fifteen) stops for this Scavenger Hunt. Each stop contains a picture/button with a letter on it. All 15 letters form a message or phrase that is associated with the book. The letters are scattered randomly to the hosts. You will need to collect all 15, unscramble them, and then enter the decoded message in the Rafflecopter for the ‘extra entries’. Good luck!

Unearthly Musings 3/18- Mon
The Jeep Diva 3/18- Mon
Passionate Encounters 3/19- Tue
Frances Stockton 3/19- Tue
BadBarbsPlace 3/20- Wed
For Whom The Books Toll 3/20- Wed
Tattooed Book Review 3/21- Thur
Lea Barrymire 3/22- Fri
Erzabet's Enchantments 3/23- Sat
Candlelight Book Promotions 3/24- Sun
A. M. Griffin 3/25- Mon
deal sharing aunt 3/25- Mon
MsRomanticReads 3/27- Wed
The Journey Continues 3/27- Wed
AJ Jarrett 3/28- Thur


Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana (that would be somewhere around Houma) where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing.

Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats. The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a cold sweat.

Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. When she isn’t writing, working or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.



A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.

With the option of having a different woman every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.

Buy links:
Ellora’s Cave


“My mom’s watching the boys this weekend,” she said, letting the words hang between them, deep with expectation.

Blood pooled in his groin because that was code for one hell of a wild night. Or in this case a whole weekend. “I can’t wait.” He even depressed the accelerator to pick up speed, his sedan responding with a satisfying purr. “I’ll be there soon.”

She let out a chuckle that sent a shiver down his spine and made his cock harden even more. “I’ll be waiting.”

Sarah disconnected the call with another tinkling laugh. Dean swore as his body heated up. Being separated from her for five days had been hell. He maneuvered the powerful car around a curve and slowed at the sight of another car on the shoulder up ahead. They didn’t have a lot of neighbors, but the few they did have drove work trucks and big SUVs. The sporty little car perched on the side of the road was incongruous in this farming community. Hell, Dean still got strange looks driving his foreign car and he’d lived here for five years.A woman rounded the front of the car, mile-long legs displayed by a short plaid skirt. She looked as out of place as her car and when she bent over the fender to peer under her hood, Dean nearly drove off the road. She wasn’t wearing panties, or if she was they were nothing more than a thong because all he could see was gloriously round, firm ass cheeks.

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Friday, March 22, 2013

J. Annas Walker Blog Tour!

Today I'm welcoming J. Annas Walker for her Midnight's Jewel Blog Tour. Let's get right into it, shall we? But remember to enter below to win a $10 Amazon gift card!

Title: Midnight’s Jewel
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Flame rating: Sorching

Released: 1/15/2013
Publisher: Siren BookStrand
Word count: 48K


Born and raised among the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina, J. Annas Walker was brought up listening to oral history and traditional storytelling. Her hobby of writing short stories bloomed out of this tradition. With the encouragement of her sisters, husband, an aunt, and a very supportive cousin, she took a chance to turn her hobby into something larger.

After acquiring a Bachelor's of Science in civil engineering technology, she worked for a number of years as a transportation designer. Designing road construction projects by day, she continued writing by night. Today, she writes more than she ever did and blends fantasy and paranormal into romance storylines. The fanged, spectral, magical, and furry have become everyday life.

J. Annas Walker lives with her husband, two teenage sons, and her cat/office assistant.


Sabrina Rivers, an orphaned half witch and magical misfit, has been hidden from the world for almost a century by her Aunt Eleanor. Her only possession is a mysterious dark crystalline pendant she can’t remove. She knows nothing about its powers or purpose.

When mercenaries attempt to steal the pendant in broad daylight, Eleanor has no choice but to entrust Sabrina’s safety to vampire Brandon Thorpe, kingpin of Atlanta’s supernatural underworld. While Eleanor hunts the would-be assassins, Sabrina learns what it means to finally be free to live and to love, but freedom has a cost. Her sheltered life left her with a heavy burden and no way to protect herself.

Is Brandon’s love real or a ploy to get Midnight’s Jewel? Will what she doesn’t know about her past get both of them killed? Can he protect her from her enemies and his? What price will she have to pay for love?

R Rated Excerpt:

He finished removing the soap lather and stepped close to her, placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head. He leaned in and kissed her. He whispered against her lips. “I would say you were lucky to have someone who cared, I would say you were very eager, and I would say I want you right now.” He kissed her again. This time she returned the kiss.

The molten pool of fire in her chest spread throughout her body. Her heart sent it coursing through her. She could feel her clit swell with the newfound pleasure. Her nipples tightened into pink pebbles. A gush of hot juice filled her pussy and spilled down her legs. She wanted to take his cock deep into the very core of her being, to melt their souls into one.

He pressed her body into the wall with his. She could feel his dick getting hard. It lay stiff against her stomach. Their height difference was going to be a problem like this.

He moved his hand down to her waiting slit. Inserting two fingers, he carefully slid them in and out while kissing the side of her neck. Nothing hurt this time. She relaxed, spread her legs enough to give him better access, and enjoyed it. His fingers were slippery with her fluids. They glided along her tunnel with ease. He knew just where to apply pressure. Placing his thumb on her swollen pearl, he worked both her pussy and clit simultaneously. He stooped over enough to lick and suck a nipple.

Sabrina had to brace herself on the wall with outstretched arms. He was going to make her come and there was nothing to hold her up. She was sure her knees would not keep her standing like this. Her body was going to burst with tension unless he fingered her off, but she was going to collapse if he did. Her cunt quivered and pulsed with a rhythm to match his. The orgasm that followed tore through her whole body. For a moment, she was locked in place, unable to move. The first aftershock hit and down she went. He caught her and eased her to the shower floor.

“Can you stay on your hands and knees?” Brandon asked.

She tried twice to speak but found the words were not there. So, she nodded in reply. He guided her into position. The hard aftershocks subsided into tiny ripples of pleasure. Her pussy was still quaking when he plunged into her from behind. It took her breath.

The tip of his cock reached her limits. Holding her hips, he rocked her back into him, applying a little more pressure. She could feel his long shaft stretching her. There was no tearing, no pinching pain. She was ready.

“Yes, please, Brandon! Please, don’t stop,” she breathlessly pleaded. a Rafflecopter giveaway

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Big Cocks and Shamrocks Tour

Happy St. Patrick's Day to all you crazy ale-drinking devotees out there, and even to those who just don't get the allure! In my family there's a special joke about St. Patrick's Day because although my husband is obviously of mixed races, his grandmother on his father's side was 100% Irish. So when St. Paddy's Day rolls around, we're inclined to ask people if they've never heard the term, "Black Irish" and try to get them to believe he's an example of that. The best part? On occasion we've actually got some people going for a while LOL!

Since this hop is in honor of Fondled and Gobbled, Someone Had To Do It and Going Back for Seconds, I'm gonna pretend my hero, Jace, is throwing himself into the spirit of the day and heading off to the neighborhood pub for a pint of green beer with his friends. What's that Diva wearing, you ask? Well, knowing Jace, he has on kelly-green skinny jeans, a silk shirt with gold harps all over it (you didn't think he'd go for the obvious and have shamrocks, did you?), a puffy, green, goose-down jacket that matches his pants, and black riding boots (with four-inch heels, of course). He wavered between his green-rimmed glasses and the ones he's actually wearing, which are gold, wire-rims, but he didn't want to be TOO obvious. Besides, the round lens make his eyes pop...

So if you're at the bar, and you see a pretty little twink all dressed up for the night like that, don't let appearances fool you...there's a LOT more to Jace than meets the eye! Make sure to pick up a copy of Fondled and Gobbled, Someone Had To Do It and find out just what that "more" is! And comment here for a chance to win a copy of my erotic Steampunk romp, Beyond Prudence in e-format or, if you're in North America, in print.

And, there's more!

Here are the next three bloggers on this crazy, wonderful tour of ours:
Cara Carnes
Cristal Ryder
Page Flipperz

And the Grand Prize for the blog (picture and entry form below!) is called a Basket Full of Naughty. It contains the following in a Cabal of Hotness tote:
- tickler/flogger (one on each end)
- penis-shaped sour candies
- flask that reads "girls with class don't need a glass"
- g-spot vibe
- oral sex "essentials" kit
- glow in the dark erotic dice
We'll also include a $30 gift card and a Cabal of Hotness t-shirt.

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Friday, March 8, 2013

Cristal Ryder backlist blog hop!

Today I'm welcoming my good friend Cristal Ryder, who's doing a whirlwind blog hop promoting her backlist and doing an awesome giveaway of three of her backlist books, winners choice! So, without further ado, here's some info about Cristal and a little taste of one of her books, Elemental Heat.

Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fueled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on.
Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen, and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school with her friends.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college aged sons. Along with her writing, Cristal works full time, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world.
Cristal is multi-published with Ellora's Cave, Sybarite Seductions and Lyrical Press

You can find me at:!/CristalRyder
The Cabal of Hotness
Ellora’s Cave
All Romance ebooks
Barnes & Noble
Sybarite Seductions
Lyrical Press

Elemental Heat

Jenna takes a big risk and decides to live in the moment. After months of communication by social media, she accepts an invitation to Colorado where she finally meets her cowboy. Burned by past romances, Jenna is determined to move on and goes with one goal in mind—a booty call with a tall, dark, sexy cowboy.
Chet is a romantic at heart and when Jenna arrives, he knows there’s more to her than a pretty face and a hot body. A casual fling won’t do. He’s smitten and decides to woo her the old-fashioned way with time and patience. And of course, hot sex.Their chemistry is elemental and they come together with heat that sears the snowy peaks. When Mother Nature steps in, Jenna is forced to face the feelings she’s tried so hard to keep buried and Chet has to draw on his mountain skills to save the woman he has come to love.


His arms held her with a power that made her whimper and when his hands slipped to her ass her legs trembled. Chet’s fingers splayed over her cheeks and pressed her flush up to him, leaving no question of his intentions by the press of his erection intimately against her. She was assaulted on all levels. His lips, her breasts crushed against his powerful chest, the press of his thighs to hers, his heat and his cock so evidently ready for her and she thrilled with delight.

The kiss didn’t stop and she lost track of space and time. All Jenna saw behind her closed lids was the cliché of shooting stars and feeling as if the earth moved. She clung to Chet for dear life and to prolong the exquisite agony of not being close enough.

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Friday, March 1, 2013

Grammar Goggles--That All-Important Second Look

Today I'm welcoming... well... myself. But this is Anya wearing her other hat, that of editor, and giving away a gift card worth $50 toward availing yourself of my services. As the song says, "Let me introduce myself..." with a little piece I like to call...

You Just Might Need an Editor.

So you’ve finally got your masterpiece of a novel completed. Congratulations! Have a drink, celebrate, but realize the work isn’t over yet. Besides everything else, it’s a given your newly minted book needs editing. “Wait!” I hear you say. “My book is perfect just the way it is. I’ve gone over it with a fine-toothed comb. I guarantee there’s nothing, not one jot or tittle, needing fixing.”
It’s not that I don’t believe you. I know you feel the above statement to be one-hundred percent true. There’s just this one little problem… nobody’s perfect. Wait, don’t go away mad, or take it personally. It’s just the stone truth. No matter how long a person’s been writing, or how assiduously they’ve studied the craft, there are always issues cropping up in his or her books. The wise author knows an editor can help fix them.
You want a “for instance,” don’t you? Well, let’s take an easy one. Typos. There are a variety of those suckers, and they’re the sneakiest sons-of-beotches in the world. You have your transposed letter typos, homophonic typos, damn-there’s-only-one-letter-different typos. Let’s not even get into the “crap-I-thought-it-meant-something-else” typos. Those are almost guaranteed to spark amusement in places you really didn’t intend.
And the biggest problem with typos? The more you read over your work, the less likely you are to notice them. We see what we expect to see. If you wrote, ‘It was written in blood on her bear back,’ and don’t catch that homophonic typo the very first time you read the sentence over, chances are every time afterwards your eyes will see ‘bare,’ not ‘bear.’ Can you guarantee there isn’t even one typo in your book? If not, then you just might need an editor.
Still not convinced? Okay, how about comfort and garbage words? Do you have a go-to word or phrase? If I used the ‘find’ function on your manuscript, would there be multiple instances of it? If I were to pick up your book and start reading, would those words or phrases start jumping out at me like fleas off a stray dog? Can’t answer that? Then you just might need an editor.
And what about that plot hole? “What plot hole?” I hear you yell. “I did my research, have everything worked out to the Nth degree.” Did you just shake your fist at me too? Hey, take it easy and hear me out. I know you did your research. I can only imagine the spreadsheets and sticky notes it took to keep everything straight. The problem is, what you know about your characters, their situations and back stories probably didn’t all make it into the book. Are you completely and utterly sure you’ve told the reader everything they need to know for every facet of the story to make sense? Think about it for a moment. I’ll wait… *whistles* If you can’t convince yourself you have, you just might need an editor.
So, before you consign editors to the “useless” or “necessary evil” heaps, remember we’re here to help. We catch the little things you might overlook, make sure you’re saying exactly what you want to and preserve that most precious of commodities in our brave, new world of publishing—the reputation you build with your readers. If all those points are important to you, you just might want to hire an editor.


Whether just starting out or an experienced author, looking to break into a new market or planning to self-publish, Grammar Goggles can help you polish your manuscript and take it to the next level.


My main focus is on grammar and line editing but my rates also include low-level content editing, where I make note of any questions regarding continuity, pacing and story line. These services are built into the charge since I know, from experience, I can't see problems in those areas without making mention of them.

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