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Today I’m interviewing the stunning and talented fellow Evernight Publishing author Jewel Quinlan. Her book, Rock Star Ex is a Contemporary Romance and was released on October 10, 2013.

Hey Jewel! Thanks for coming over!

Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?
My books are for anyone who wants be somewhere they’ve never been. I love stories where I am taken somewhere I have always wondered about but have a low chance of actually seeing. In this case for example: back stage at a rock concert and on a tour bus.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
The goal of my stories is always entertainment. If my story transports you our of your daily grind for even a little while then I consider my job done.

Describe the genre of this particular title. Is it the only genre you write in?
Contemporary Romances are usually set in the time they are written and reflect the world at that time. It’s kind of funny that this is the first book that came out as I actually consider myself to be a Fantasy/Paranormal author. The next two stories coming out are in each of these genres.

How did you come up with the title of your book or series?
The original title of the book was Patience. I had written the story for a contest being held by Boroughs Publishing where you had to use a song as your inspiration for the story and adopt the title of the song as the title of your story. My song was Patience by Guns N Roses. I didn’t win the contest or even place in it but I now had a completed novella that I loved so I re-titled it with something more marketable and submitted it to other publishers.

When did you start writing toward publication?
I will always consider this year the year that I finally took myself serious as a writer. Forty will always be remembered as a turning point in my life. It was the year I realized how much time I have left to live. So much time! I decided to finally pursue what I love.

Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.
To figure out what a tour bus looks like on the inside and what my options were for its design I watched several episodes of Celebrity Motor Homes from HGTV.

Why have you become a published author?
It has always been my dream to write romance. My goal is to be able to write full time so that I am not tied to one spot. I want to be able to live and work anywhere in the world.

Do you have any rejection stories to share?
I have had two rejections so far in this industry. One agent I had pitched to sent me an email telling me she wasn’t in love with the story. Which is fine, not every story is everyone’s cup of tea. And, when it comes to agents I’d rather have one that loves my work. The other rejection was just a non-response. I had pitched to the editor and then followed up twice but never heard anything back. However, in my day job I meet rejection on a daily basis since I work in pharmaceutical sales, so I’m kind of used to it. I basically have found that if you just keep working on improving and looking for opportunities you will find your way.

What is your writing routine like?
Butt-in-chair time is critical and I can procrastinate just like anyone else. My goal is to write for at least an hour each day during the week and squeeze in more on the weekends. I keep a writing log to track myself for two reasons: 1. It makes me accountable. I can see if I am hitting my goals. 2. I am less hard on myself because I can see that I have been working consistently and moving forward.

What sort of promo do you do? Do you have help?
I am new to all this but I have what most authors have with regards to social media. I am just wrapping up a blog tour that I put together myself as an experiment. It was a bit of work and it would have been nice to have help but, no, I do it all myself. I plan to try different things at different times so I have a list of what I want to do after the blog tour is finished. I figure, if I just keep putting it out there, more people will see it. In the process I will also learn what works and what doesn’t.

Are you a member of any writing organizations and, if so, have they helped?
I am a member of the Romance Writers Association. I belong to the national organization and also the local organization. Both have helped tremendously! They each have online classes every month to help improve your writing and the national website has great resources. When I was trying to figure out how to write blurb and synopsis I found great information there. The annual conferences are a goldmine of information as well!

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract?
Keep asking yourself how you can make it better. Does your writing sound like your favourite author? Question your story. I do this a lot. Why would he/she do that? What makes them the way they are? Why would person A help person B? And so forth. And, above all, keep taking classes to improve your writing.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if so, do you have any tips on how to overcome it?
Unfortunately I have not suffered from this. What I do suffer from is an over-active imagination, lol. When you believe, as I do, that anything is possible it opens the infinite realm of possibility. Here’s one thing I once heard that might help your readers. Ask yourself this about your story: How can I make things worse? Then rub your hands together and chuckle evilly. You need to make it hard for your characters. Make them suffer! And then have fun bringing them together for the happy ending of course.

Do you have a critique partner? Can you tell us a bit about them?

I belong to a critique group actually. There are six of us total and we meet every few weeks. When we first started, all of us were unpublished newbies and I joked that it was the ‘blind leading the blind’. But, even though we were all inexperienced, it has been extremely helpful to have them review my work and visa versa. Each of them brings a unique perspective and will catch different things that makes my writing even better. Ours is a happy story. We all get a long well and take feedback with grace. We have been lucky.

Which famous person would you like to meet and why?
I would love to meet Will Smith. Check out some of his interviews online. He also believes in the limitless possibilities of life and he works hard to achieve them. I also love his light-hearted and humorous spirit. He just seems like someone I could really connect with as a friend.

What advice would you give to your younger self?
Listen to yourself! Ignore all the stupid rules and thoughts that other people try to impose on you. It’s your life! Make it what you want.

Who or what inspires you?
I was kick-started when I met Author Nikki Prince. At one of our chapter meetings she was receiving and award for publishing her 13th story within the last year. 13 stories in a year! She also has children, a husband and a full-time job. She is also one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She patiently answered my questions when I went to meet her during the lunch break. Meeting her gave me hope that I could really do this. I got off the lazy-train that very day and I’m so glad I did!

Thanks so much, Jewel! You, like all the authors I have interviewed, are inspirational and your answers have made me smile.

Now, can you share two/three fun facts about yourself?
I bartend part-time and make an excellent Cosmo.
I study the German language.
I have been to 15 countries so far and plan on seeing more.

What’s next for you?
My next novella, Surrender Sweet Succubus, is coming out October 22nd as part of an anthology titled Sinsperationally Yours from Hot Ink Books.
After that I have a full-length novel titled Stealing Cupid’s Bow coming from Decadent Publishing.


Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal. Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago. But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.
To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon, which means traveling with the band in their tour bus while they promote their new album. It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.
When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?

Excerpt “It’s good to see you again, Eve,” he said softly so the others wouldn’t pick up on it. He knew she wouldn’t want to hear it. It couldn’t be helped, but it just had to be said.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide.
“That’s what I wanted to say the other night, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
Big mistake.
Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t give you a chance? Then I’d say we’re even.”
“Look, Eve, things didn’t happen the way you’re thinking. It wasn’t like that.” He set the bottom of Tommy’s guitar on the floor, his hand on the neck, and leaned closer in to talk to her.
“The way I’m thinking?” she repeated. Standing up straight, she stuck one foot out to the side and said in a low hiss, “Look, Devon, the facts are the facts. You left and I never heard from you again. Not once. It has nothing to do with the way I’m thinking.”
He tensed. It was happening again. She was misunderstanding him. “No, look, that’s not what I mean, okay?”
“Oh, then what do you mean?” She cocked her head at him and waited.
“It’s…it was hard on the road, to keep in touch with anyone, for a lot of reasons. You don’t know what it was like. I mean we were bouncing around from place to place, driving for long periods of time and then having to work until really late at night. It was pretty much impossible to communicate. Besides, you had no answering machine back then, remember?”
She visibly puffed up. “I see, so it’s my fault you couldn’t communicate with me?”
“I’m not saying it was anyone’s fault, Eve. Just that there was no way to call.” He felt relieved. He had finally been able to tell her, to explain. Maybe now she would understand. Well, when she calmed down at least.
“And you couldn’t write a letter?” She spoke quietly but the words dripped acid.
She had him there. Even though she was several inches shorter he suddenly felt very small. He looked down and stuck a hand in his pocket, not knowing what to say. That was an even more complicated topic.
Her cold eyes were on him. The silence stretched on for another moment. Before he could gather any other words to try to explain she turned and headed back up front, her ponytail slapping him in the face as she went.


From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.

For more information visit my website or you can follow me on Facebook (Author Jewel Quinlan) and Twitter (@JewelQuinlan).

How can my readers buy your book?
Evernight Publishing , Amazon , All Romance e-Books , Barnes & Noble, BookStrand .
Also, you can head on over to Goodreads and add it to your reading list. 🙂

Now you lucky readers, Jewel is offering a £10 Amazon gift card. Just post a comment with a link to a picture of your favourite band. A winner will be chosen before the end of Thursday 31st October.
Good luck and most importantly, have fun!

Guest Molly Ann Wishlade Talks Desire in Deadwood

I’m over at Wild and Wicked Cowboys today! Thanks so much for inviting me! 🙂

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Hey y’all! Thanks for inviting me to guest post!

I love all things linked to cowboys and the Wild West. When not reading about them, I’m busy with my current WIP, usually another highly erotic tale about sexy and saucy cowboys and their lady loves – and sometimes their gorgeous male lovers too.

My novella Desire in Deadwood is set in 1878. It’s a highly erotic tale of reconciliation, retribution and forgiveness. Add to the melting pot (or cauldron as we’re getting close to Halloween) a decade of separation for my sexy hero and heroine, the Gem Saloon, some conflict and misunderstanding and it makes for a sensual, moving and exciting combination.


Here’s an erotic excerpt for you to enjoy. It features Nate Hamilton, the hero, and Evelyn Campbell, the woman he once loved with all of his heart. Their reunion is, quite literally, explosive.

“Oh, Nate.” Evelyn’s eyes filled…

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Today I’m very happy to welcome a fellow Welsh author! Hello Ellen March.

Her book, Escorting Sydney Book One of the Doms of Drakos is an erotic romance and was released in June 2013. It has been followed by Shadow Play and One Night in Heaven.

Thanks for joining me, Ellen! So, is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic and believe there really is a soul mate out there for you. And when you discover your other half then don’t let them go.

Describe the genre of this particular title. Is it the only genre you write in?
Erotic romance, hot with a strong emphasis on the romance aspect along with a healthy dollop of humour. Sydney is a person that most people can relate to because she’s far from perfect. I also write supernatural and psychological thrillers. But erotic romance is my first love.

Do you have any rejection stories to share?
Oh boy don’t I just, I had lots and lots. Most of them were the standard congratulations you’ve reached the slush pile. But perseverance being my middle name, eventually they became encouraging, pointing out what my mistakes were. Which I listened to and took on board.
Only one publisher was absolutely vile and I’ve since read on line other negative views about this person. And that’s being polite. This creature brought me to my lowest ebb with a vitriolic attack which was way past personal.
And my message is that unless it’s constructive criticism, ignore cretins like this and keep plugging away. Oh and I’ve kept their e-mails because one day I can tell them ‘big mistake’, in fact ‘huge mistake’! LOL

What is your writing routine like?
Haphazard about sums it up. It fits in with my full time job and home life living with five Alaskan Malamutes. One thing I make sure is that I write every day be it a hundred words or five thousand if it’s a weekend. It’s an addiction to me and I crave that fix. If I’m not writing, I’m thinking and plotting constantly. I tend to people watch a lot and my imagination goes into meltdown wondering what I can use and how I can turn an everyday event into a story.

What sort of promo do you do? Do you have help?
I’m not savvy with social networking but my best friend Leanne Holt kindly created my website and linked it to facebook and twitter. She keeps it updated and does a wonderful job of nagging me for blogs on my site. She’s my true rock keeping me grounded and focused, neither does she mince her words. And what I hate is that she’s invariably right! LOL. As the Welsh say, a true valleys girl and I love her to bits.
I contacted our local newspaper and had a lovely article published, but I wish they’d air brushed me in the photo, also Leanne made sure there was a mention on the local radio of the release date of Escorting Sydney.

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract?
Yes, believe in yourself, don’t give up your dream, because it will come true. Keep remembering every bestselling author faced the same pile of rejections. And the reason they’re doing so well? They refused to accept rejection.
This is what kept me going and when revising some of my earlier attempts I wasn’t surprised I’d been turned down because some of it was seriously bad writing. But I learnt, took on board their advice, and each attempt improved, now I’m highly critical of my work.
Keep throwing those words out every day, even if you don’t want to and spend time reading/learning about the craft of writing. Study your market and above all keep a sense of humour.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if so, do you have any tips on how to overcome it?
Can’t really give any advice on this because I’ve never suffered from it. Think the nearest maybe is the middle dip of my novels where I’m kind of what’s next? And I force myself to write anything and it gets me moving even if I have to delete it on the next round of polishing.
I’m a prolific writer and can complete the first draft of a novel in approx two weeks. My problem which I really struggle with is the synopsis, I absolutely hate it with a passion, even preferring the ironing or maybe watching paint dry. I sit and mutter try and work through it read it, delete it, start again, and maybe a week later I’ve two pages written. Maybe that’s my block.

Which famous person would you like to meet and why?
This might sound crazy with all the people out there but the actress Mae West, I’ve always loved her films, her persona and the fact that she was bold brassy sassy and sooo funny, that lady was born way before her time.

Who or what inspires you?
People that don’t give in, don’t give up on what is thrown at them – whoever they are or whatever walk of life they come from.

Thanks so much for your fab answers, Ellen!
Now,can you share two/three fun facts about yourself?

I’m crazy nuts, I’ve got a wicked sense of humour and I’m stupidly impulsive, my mantra being act now think later. I should write a book on a thousand ways of how to get everything wrong.

What’s next for you?
I’ve recently signed up with Catherine Treadgold of Fanny Press and am so excited about the release of Promises which is out on the 1st March 2014. An omen, I hope, because it’s our patron saint of Wales St David’s day, so fingers crossed on that one.

I’m sure it will be a wonderful success, Ellen! 🙂


Pretty is an apt description, an exclusive word that just about sums up Sydney. Pretty plain, pretty overweight and pretty devastated when she finds her sister in bed with her boyfriend.

Can life get any worse? Sydney doesn’t think so until she mistakes a billionaire property developer for the male escort she’s hired.

Logan is only too keen to introduce her into his world, fulfilling all her deepest sexual fantasies. The ones she’s stored into the dark recesses of her mind. Under the compartment called filth, shackled with the chains she has dreamed of.

What Logan wants he takes, and it’s Sydney. For two weeks only, she’ll give her body, and he’ll introduce her into a world of sex she’s only ever dreamed of.

So why is she worried when he tells her he’ll only give her what she asks for?


Sydney snuggled beneath the sheet, dreaming. A smile touched and teased her lips. The bitch was there. Looking on when Oliver kissed her, she could almost taste his tongue running along her lips.
God, it was so real.
“Mmm, Oliver,” she whispered, a sudden blast of cold air smattered across her skin. Her eyes flew open, straight into the harsh face of Logan. An arm each side of her, he leaned across her.
“Sorry to interrupt your dream.” His voice scraped over her, chilled and hard.
“It’s not what you think.” She attempted to assemble her jumbled thoughts. “I mean yes, I was dreaming and then you kissed me. And I kind of, well, got confused.”
“Honey, don’t you ever fucking confuse me with that asshole.”
He was powerless to understand the consuming rage that splintered through him.
“Hey, calm down,” she said. His blazing gaze was directed at her. For fuck’s sake.
“And aren’t you the lucky one walking out of my life tomorrow evening?”
She felt bad, in fact felt like shit. She hadn’t meant to upset him, but Christ, what the hell did he expect
off her, apart from sex? Yeah, she knew, a paycheck at the end of the day. He’d be moving on, screwing some other lonely, lucky bitch whilst she—it went without saying—would be back dabbling in her toy room. Losing her mind talking to a frigging vibrator, and arguing with a fucking battery, then thought of bully. Her sweet golden boy.

Logan glared down at her, and was amazed that instead of looking nervous, worried, or even guilty, she was lying there with a mysterious madonna smile haunting her lips.
“What the hell are you thinking of?” His steaming anger scrambled through his confused thoughts. “More of Oliver?” he
rasped, furious with her reaction.
“No, I was thinking of my toy room,” she admitted, at last glancing up at him. “When you leave that’s what I’m back to. Deciding who or what to use.”
“Lady, I’m going nowhere, at least not without you.” Logan leaned over, threading his hands through her hair, or attempted to and gave up. God, it was a mess. Forget threading fingers through soft tresses—hers was like an untamed hawthorn hedge.
“Did you use your toys with Oliver?” Wanting to know, he almost choked spitting the last word out.
“Er, no, why?”
“Were you adventurous in the bedroom with him?”
“No, strictly missionary. I wasn’t allowed anything else.” She didn’t want to elaborate in case he thought her strange as well.
“Why? Didn’t you go down on him?” Remembering the blow job, his dick began twitching again.
“Wasn’t allowed.” She fixated on her hands, not wanting to witness the sympathy cross his face.
“And you?”
“Nope.” She twisted the sheet.
“So he never fucked your ass either.” The words dripped out.
At last he was beginning to see what sort of sex life they’d had, in total contrast to the night he’d spent with her. “Would you have liked that?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Shame blazed across her face. His hand slid beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Tell me what else you’d like.” His almost-black eyes bored into hers, commanding, not asking. “Now!”
“Chains and handcuffs, to be taken, to be dominated.” Sydney closed her eyes, convinced he’d think her sick.
“I’m glad you’re honest with me.” Fucking hell, woman. Your ex is one screwed-up asshole.”
“So why are you asking? Do you think I’m sick?”
“No,” he swore. “Why? Did he think that?”
Dropping her gaze, she nodded her head. “You don’t agree with him?”
“No way.” His thumb grazed across her lip, an oh-so-suckable lip. “I like your freckles.” With a wicked slow tempo, a finger drizzled down her nose, edging across her cheekbone.
“Yeah, bloody great.” Dissolving beneath him, she tried to work out how the hell she was going to cope after tomorrow. She was determined to make the most of tonight, her last night of pure mind-blowing sex. She was going to miss him like hell, still debating whether to ring the agency for an extension.
“I like your wrists.”
My what? She tried to work out where the hell that came from. A fetish of some kind? She hoped so. Kinky?
“I’d like to tie you up.”
Whoa, now we’re talking. “And?”
“And blindfold you.”
“And?” God, she was breathless already.
“And fuck you till you didn’t know what day it was. Hear you screaming, begging me to come. But only when I allow it.”
Oh God! She slammed her thighs together. Her mind raced ahead, trying to work out where the hell she could get handcuffs at this time in the evening.

Logan’s lips twitched, skimming his hand under the sheet, polishing his fingers over her pussy. She was hot and wet. He wanted her now, but needed to keep her waiting. Slowly, with an almost clinical precision, he dipped his finger
in—first one, the second following, number three shimmying close behind. They slid deep, awakening a path of lust, invading her, massaging the spot that could drive her crazy, brushing the walls of her cervix. Flicking and searching, his thumb lazily circled her clit, pushing down, and his fingers tinkled and teased with a seductive
tempo until she couldn’t breathe. His gaze slipped down. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising in rapid breaths. She was going to be such a responsive pupil.
Then he stopped.

Sydney fluttered her eyes open, staring up at him in confusion.
The all-consuming pulsing she was experiencing was sending her insane. She wanted him. Now.
“Logan?” Her voice didn’t sound like her own: low, almost
“That’s to remind you of what’s to come.” His voice dripped with promise, adding with a harsh growl. “And it won’t be off fucking Oliver!”
Oh shit, she’d hit a definite nerve there.
She wished he’d stop his intense search of her. His smoke filled gaze soldered over her, igniting her lava flow. He’d peaked her to the edge, and with or without him she was going over. She’d become a natural at masturbation over the last five years. And not all of it required toys. Scuttling a hand between her legs, she rubbed herself.
Logan caught the movement, and flicked the sheet back.
“Come for me, Sydney,” he murmured, feasting on her, the rash of color that rose across her face.
“No, I can’t.” Closing her eyes, she felt his hand on hers. Massaging and circling, leaving it there to sweet talk her clit. She kept her eyes shut, drowning in the heady sensations. They plummeted, flooding over her, a cataclysmic effervescent whirlpool that surged with the speed and devastation of a cyclone.
“Come on, baby.” Logan’s words careened her over the edge, releasing his cock he fisted himself in unison. His hand slid up the entire turgid length with an unhurried ease.
She bucked into an excruciating arc. Her body quivering, she whimpered, groaned aloud, and shuddered with a crash of relief against her hand.
Sydney felt his hand on hers again, smooth yet rough, a mixture of contrasting textures. She refused to open her eyes. Her whole body flushed in a deep shameful cringe, and embarrassment colored her. She couldn’t believe she’d masturbated in front of him. Oh Christ almighty, what was he doing to her?
“Open your eyes and look at me.” The tone of his voice commanding, she couldn’t deny him.
Beautiful grey eyes smouldered into hers. His fingers dipped low, moving in an indefinable lazy stroke between her sensitive folds. Raising them, he licked each digit, sucking on them, little by little, one by delicious one, and her stomach flipped over.
“I like the taste of you honey,” he whispered.
Oh, fucking hell.

Wow! That is one HOT excerpt. Ellen!

I live on top of a mountain in South Wales ideal in the summer not so in the winter months or when it rains, which is a lot in Wales.
My three children have left home, however my life is still manic. I live with my husband he sadly refuses to leave but I live in hope (joke) I also have one suicidal cat that really does have nine lives living alongside five Alaskan Malamutes. They own me literally as I never go anywhere without taking their hair with me, they insist. My hobbies are showing and working them.
My first love though is writing, it’s a total escape for me, my selfish time.
My ambition is to pack in my nine to five job and become a full time writer. Another one of my dreams. I have stockpiled work of various genres including my first love erotic romance followed by psychological thrillers and supernatural. So be prepared I am making my mark on the world of literature. LOL.

How can my readers buy your book?

Readers can go to the publisher’s home page Ravenous Romance.
Check out my book trailer at: Ravenous Romance or Amazon

You can find more information about *Ellen March* and my trilogy *The Doms of Drakos Book One Escorting Sydney* by visiting my website.
I’m also on Twitter Ellen_March@Ms_ellen_march and Facebook.

Thanks so much for visiting my blog Ellen! Diolch!

Now, my lovely readers, Ellen and I have decided to up the stakes this week. We’re offering two £5.00 Amazon vouchers to the best comments or questions. So come on, what are you waiting for? Ask Ellen a question about her writing or make a comment about her excerpt and you could be in with a chance of winning!

Molly xxx


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Today I’d like to welcome fellow Total-E-Bound author Jorja Lovett to my blog.

Her book, The Wolf on the Run is a wolf shifter romance and was released by Total-E-Bound on October 4th.

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Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
The Wolf on the Run is all about the importance of family. After losing my mum five years ago I’ve really come to understand what it means to have support from people, even if they’re not blood relatives. In this story, Naomi Duffy is determined to be independent but it’s in her best interests to let Rory and the rest of the Olcan hills pack help her.

Describe the genre of this particular title. Is it the only genre you write in?
The Wolf on the Run focuses on a fictional wolf shifter community, so it’s predominantly paranormal, with erotic elements. I seem to be writing a lot of paranormal stories these days, but really I write whatever comes into my head. I’ve written contemporary romance too, but there are always sizzling hot sex scenes involved somewhere.

When did you start writing toward publication?
I’ve had small articles and short stories published over the years but I started writing seriously about two years ago.

Why have you become a published author?
I’m anti-social lol Writing is the only job I’ve ever enjoyed doing, all I ever wanted to do. It also means I can be at home for my kids so I have the best of both worlds.

Do you have any rejection stories to share?
Who hasn’t? Those rejections are always tough and at the start I took them personally. I would do the whole ‘I’m useless. I can’t write’ wailing and refuse to write for weeks on end. But when I started to get those ‘revise and resubmit’ emails I knew I was making progress.

What is your writing routine like?
I have a desk now so I’m moving up! I have my music, my tea and a notebook and pen. The writing process is longer for me as I tend to write longhand before I type.

What sort of promo do you do? Do you have help?

I’m useless at promo. I’m not really the sort of person who likes to be in the spotlight so I do find this side of things difficult. The extent of my promo seems to be ‘Here’s my book. Buy it…if you want…’ Help in this area usually comes from fellow writers via Facebook, Twitter and Blog invasions!

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract?
Persevere. Keep writing and you’ll go from strength to strength. You’ll learn so much more if you finish that manuscript instead of leaving it in a drawer somewhere.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if so, do you have any tips on how to overcome it?
I suffer from it occasionally and I find the best way to deal with it is to clear my head completely. I set the manuscript aside, go and read a good book, go for a long drive and usually when I come back to it I’m ready to move on.

Do you have a critique partner? Can you tell us a bit about them?
I have a whole bunch! We first got together online during a writing competition and have supported each other over the years with our various projects. I know I wouldn’t be where I am today without them.

What advice would you give to your younger self?
Stop moping about and enjoy life! I spent my angsty teenage years dressed in black and in a permanent state of depression. Looking back now I just want to give myself a shake!

Who or what inspires you?
My stories can come from a song lyric or a throwaway comment. But, mostly I get inspired by long drives in the Northern Irish countryside.

Now,can you share two/three fun facts about yourself?
My family think I’m a bit of a weirdo due to my psychic tendencies.
I’m double jointed.
And, I used to paint miniature Irish cottages for a living.

I wonder if there’s link between your psychic tendencies and the paranormal elements that feature in some of your stories.

What’s next for you?
I’ve started work on a new series called, The Department Store. Each book will concentrate on a floor of an old fashioned department store and blossoming romances between the staff and customers. It’s gonna be hot!

It sounds brilliant, Jorja! What a fantastic idea!

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That’s one gorgeous cover!

As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills’ pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake’s DNA.
When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory’s natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they’ve never been anything more than friends.
Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.
Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it’s all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.
Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?


Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the atmosphere.
He led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.
The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.
He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.
Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.
They crunched through the leaf-littered forest floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be caught.
He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his bare feet. “You can run, wolf lady, I’ll give you that. Now can we go back to bed?”
She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before him. “Not until you say it.”
“Say what?” He was hard as hell and ready for round two.
“That I’m as good as you.” She gave him a flirty smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.
“That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first.” The play fighting wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on. Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But, if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night.” She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full strength once more.
He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from her face. “I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This time the winner stays on top.”
She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the stars. “You’re on.”
This was one race he intended to lose.

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn’t until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

How can my readers buy your book?
Readers can go to the publisher’s home page at Total-E-Bound or directly to the book page.
You can find more information about Jorja Lovett and my book, *The Wolf on the Run* by visiting my website or my blog .
I’m also on Facebook , Twitter and Goodreads.

Thanks so much for joining me, Jorja! I hope that my readers will check out The Wolf on the Run and your other books!

Do you have a comment or a question for Jorja? Do you have a wolf shifter related comment or a psychic story to share? Comment below and the best comment or question will receive a £5.00 Amazon email voucher.
You have until Friday 18th October to comment then I’ll ask Jorja to pick the winner!

Thanks for visiting!
Molly xxx

Blog Hop Interview – Tag You’re It!

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I was tagged for this blog post by the lovely and talented Claudia Burgoa.
Thanks Claudia!
Why not check out her blog and her latest release?

So here are my answers:

What are you working on right now?

I have a few works in progress. I’ve just completed an erotic novella set in the historical Wild West (on a steam train, no less) and I’ve nearly finished the first draft of a modern romance featuring a French rugby player and a Welsh celebrity agent.

How does it differ from other works in its genre?

Umm, well, the historical novella is set during a train journey – so I guess that’s a bit different to some other Westerns and the modern romance is set in the heart of Wales. I’m not sure that many romance novels are actually set in Cardiff. The modern romance will be submitted under a different pen name. Watch this space! 😉

Why do you write what you do?

I LOVE writing! It’s what makes me smile – other than my husband and children. I’m so happy when I can plot and type and let my imagination run wild. I adore historical novels and romances and therefore, setting my own novels in historical settings makes sense. The modern romance is in response to a new line with one particular publisher. I just have to hope that they love it!

How does your writing process work?

Wherever… whenever! I make notes on my IPhone and in my little notebook all the time. I scribble on bits of paper and stuff them in my bag. I’m always plotting and creating and asking ‘What if…’ Plus my characters follow me around all day – and sometimes interrupt my sleep – asking me to write their stories. How could I possibly refuse?

I would now like to tag the following authors:

Tag you're it

Ana Blaze

Celeste Rupert

Sotia Lazu

Molly xxx


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Today I’d like to welcome fellow Total-E-Bound author Celeste Rupert to my blog.

Her book, Holding Court is a Western Erotic Romance and was released on September 6, 2013.

Describe the genre of this particular title. Is it the only genre you write in?
I only write Western Erotic Romance (as Celeste Rupert) – Holding Court definitely leans more towards BDSM than my other books, but it’s also more romantic. It’s both the kinkiest and the sappiest story I’ve written so far.

How did you come up with the title of your book or series?
Titles are always a challenge for me, but this one was easy. The hero’s name is Courtland … Holding Court was perfect!

When did you start writing toward publication?
I started writing fiction in 2009 while I was recovering from surgery and going stir crazy staying in the house for so long. I started writing erotic romance on a dare a couple years later.

What is your writing routine like?
I would love to say I write every day, but even when that’s the goal I don’t very often accomplish it. But when I get started drafting a story, I like to do nothing but write. Shame about life getting in the way!

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if so, do you have any tips on how to overcome it?
I don’t have writer’s block so much as writer’s distraction. Is that a thing? If I can focus, then I can write. It’s the focus thing that’s a challenge for me.

Thanks for answering the questions, Celeste!

Now, can you share two/three fun facts about yourself?

I never wear matching socks, I’m deathly afraid of butterflies and I have a pet chicken named Tyson.

Lol! I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone afraid of butterflies before and I’ve always wanted to have chickens!

So what’s next for you?

I’m working on a series called Outlaw Women. The first book is titled The Undercover Outlaw, and features a safecracker who disguises her gender in order to get revenge on an old lover. I’m so excited about these stories, can’t wait to share them!

I can’t wait to read them and I bet that my readers feel the same way!

The cover for Holding Court is absolutely gorgeous!


BOOK BLURB – Holding Court
Schoolteacher Clara lives a peaceful, solitary life when she’s away from the school house. That is, other than the nights when rich, powerful landowner Courtland Raymond comes to call.
Court makes her feel things she’d never before dreamed of. He’s forceful and dominant, and he always knows just what she needs. Their secret arrangement allows them to enjoy each other without the disapproval of the community they both rely on for their livelihood.
Clara loves Court, and she’d do nearly anything to be with him forever, a real relationship, but she’s not willing to risk their stolen moments. But when their secret trysts are exposed, will she be able to hold on to Court? Or lose him forever?

A blast of cold air woke her, and Clara snuggled deeper beneath the blankets until she realised what the cold air meant.
She flung the blankets back and sat up—he was here. He stood just inside the door, big and broad, with his hat in his hands. In the dark, she couldn’t see his face, but she could feel his eyes on her. She stared for a moment, so glad he was finally really there, with her. Then, she launched herself out of bed and across the room.
He met her halfway and she leapt into his arms, her arms around his neck as he bent to take her lips. Clara drank in his kiss, parched for the taste of him after all the time they’d been apart. His mouth was rough on hers, the stubble of his beard scraped her face and all the while his arms, like two solid bands of steel, crushed her closer to him. His woolly coat was covered with snow and Clara shivered as it melted into her robe. Court broke the kiss and brought his hand up to her face. He looked down at her, stroking his thumb slowly over her cheekbone.
“Clara,” he said, his voice husky and low. Then he kissed her again, more slowly, cupping the back of her head with one hand, while sliding the other down the silky rope to pull her closer. Abruptly, he stopped and pulled back. He frowned at her. “What are you wearing?”
Clara put on what she hoped was an innocent look. “The dressing gown you gave me.” She looked down at herself. The silk was damp, darkened in big patches where the melted snow had soaked through to her skin. She shivered again, aware that her nipples showed through the thin fabric.
“Did you read my letter?” His voice sounded loud in the silence of the room.
“Yes.” Clara let her voice falter, as though she’d forgotten the instructions.
“Then you’ll have to be punished.”
Clara shivered again, this time nothing to do with the cold, as a thrill of anticipation went through her. She thought she saw a glimpse of white teeth as he smiled, but it was gone in an instant, his face serious and shadowed once again.
“Take it off,” he said. “I rode all this way, and I’m cold and tired and I didn’t come to see you all covered up.”
Clara fumbled with the knot, and took a deep breath to steady her hands. The belt untied, she let the slippery fabric slide off her shoulders and down to the floor. She heard his intake of breath, but he didn’t say anything for a moment, and she waited, her breath coming short as he looked at her.
When he finally did speak, his voice was raspy. “You should always be naked.”
“So should you.” Clara moved towards him, but he held up a hand to stop her.
“I’ve had a long cold ride, and the first thing I need is a hot bath.” Court took the few steps to sink into the wooden, high backed chair. “Would you mind?”
Clara set herself to the task of heating water and refilling the large copper tub, all the time aware that he was watching her, his eyes following her back and forth as she worked. She felt her face heat as she thought about how she was on display—every curve—then she thought about him touching those curves and other portions of her anatomy heated as well.
Finally, the tub was full, the steam from the surface filling the dimly lit room. Clara went and stood before him, wishing he’d touch her. Court stood, so close to her that Clara could feel the soft wool of his coat against her breasts.
“Undress me.”

WOW! What a sexy excerpt, Celeste! I definitely want to read more! 😉

Celeste Rupert lives and writes in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. Her fascination with the Old West results in stories set in the rough and tumble world of the frontier, full of cowboys and outlaws and women who know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to go get it.

How can my readers buy your book?
Readers can go to the publisher’s home page at Total-E-Bound Erotic Romance Ebooks or buy on Amazon.

You can find more information about Celeste Rupert and her book, Holding Court by visiting her blog , Twitter @CelesteRupert and Goodreads.

Why not check out Celeste’s books and let her know what you think!

Thank you so much for joining me Celeste!
Molly xxx