#authorinterview – @elodieparkes – #amreading

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Elodie Parkes is with me today, as she celebrates the release of, Rescuing Cade, from Evernight Publishing.

Hi, Elodie, welcome to the blog. I have five questions for you today. They’re hopefully different from the usual author interviews you do.

Hi, it’s great to be here. (Smiles)

1. Tell us a secret about your books, anything that springs to mind as long as you’ve never told anyone before.
Yikes, that will blow the secret, then, huh. (Grins) Okay here we go. This is scary. It’s not about my new release, Rescuing Cade, from Evernight, but about, Candle Magic, my Dec 23 release with Siren. In my stories there’s always the tiniest part of truth from either my life or from some real life situation and I never tell anyone.
In Candle Magic, my heroine, Simi, tells Jason, my hero, about her family. That part is a truth and it’s about me. Jason is part spirit, part angel made human through the magical connections Simi has triggered by finding a candlestick and buying old candles from an antique shop.
Here’s the snippet:

Reluctantly he pulled away from her lips. “I’m sorry I don’t have a Christmas gift for you. I’d like to have brought you something.”
Surprise showed in her eyes as he gazed at her.
“I have nothing for you either, but we have each other today, and if I hadn’t met you last night, I would be alone today, and from what you’ve said about family, so would you.”
Jason rocked her in his arms, incredibly pleased at what she’d said. “We do have each other. What happened to your family, your parents? Is that prying?” he added, aware it might be something horrible that Simi wouldn’t want to reveal.
“They moved out of the country. They disowned me. I don’t know why really. They just stopped replying to my emails and calls.”
Startled by this sad revelation, Jason hugged her. “I’m so sorry. Do you think something might have happened to them?” He made a mental note to check on that if he returned to the ether.
Simi leaned back in his arms. “Nothing has. I check on them.” She grinned then continued. “They have a surf and ski shop. It has webcams up that show the interior and exterior of the shop to the world. I check it out when I’m online. I see them in there.”
Astounded, Jason stared at her. There were no words to express his surprise, empathy, or sorrow at this bizarre situation.
She must have become embarrassed because she bowed her head silently.
Jason crushed her to his chest, his hand in her hair and his arm around her waist. “Hell, Simi, that must hurt you. I don’t know what to say.” He rocked her again, stroking along her back in an attempt to convey comfort and care. He remembered the Kris Kringle gift, and seeking to lighten the mood, he reminded Simi. “You have that gift from your office party. Open it. It will be fun to see what someone got for you.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Siren Publishing.

Thank you for sharing that secret. I’m tempted to ask what the secret fact is in Recuing Cade, but … on to the next question.

2. What do you like most about sex?
Oh no. (Laughs) That’s worse than giving up a secret. I’ll answer. I have no ‘like most’ I like it all. Let’s face it sex is yummy.

3. I see you post a number of gorgeous guys pics on your Facebook page and blog. What part of a man’s body turns you on most?
I like that V shape on a man’s hips, especially when there’s a fine line of hair running down to his … I like shoulders and eyes and stubble and hard asses, then there’s thighs and lips. (Sighs)

4. What’s your favorite cocktail?
Is that a trick question? I actually don’t drink alcohol. I have allergies and I discovered that alcoholic makes them all worse.

5. Are you wearing a matching bra and panties right now?
I am. (She laughs) I most often do. I love pretty underwear, lacey stuff, stockings and garter belts. I’m mostly seen in jeans, boots, and leather jackets, but under them is black silk and lace. I read a jokey thing on Facebook that said only in erotic romance is the girl wearing matching bra and panties. I don’t think that’s true.

Thanks for visiting! 🙂

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#bookrelease – Rescuing Cade – by @elodieparkes @evernightpublishing #comeandgetyourlove

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Blurb Rescuing Cade
Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?
An erotic romance with a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM

18+Graphic sexual content
The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.
Blue eyes, mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking. She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s dom or sub?
As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight into her eyes.
A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.
He looked away.
Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders slumped.
The room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching. It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.
Marissa heard his growl.
“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you across the table. You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to punish you again.”
The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her tenderly.
Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers. Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk away.
The Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never came back.
Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade.
He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.
Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.
Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl you are?”
The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue into her pussy.
“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”
Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.
Cade lurched around and took a step toward her table.
He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the corner.
Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she too got up and walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own desires.
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing 2015

Background to the story

What’s the background to the story, Rescuing Cade?
I was asked to write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre, but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.
The story is much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t stop writing until they reached their HEA.
I did a little research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club Jack, Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.
With scorching hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of humor this is Cade’s journey to love again.
I hope readers enjoy it.

Character Interview
Visiting today, we have Cade Cassidy from the new Evernight Publishing erotic romance release, Rescuing Cade.
Hi Cade, thanks for coming along to the blog today
Hi, thank you for inviting me. I have to say it’s a little embarrassing seeing my story published, although it’s great too.
What’s embarrassing about it?
Well, without giving too much away, the way Marissa and I meet is unusual, I think … (He looks around and smiles as if remembering it.)
So, Cade, tell us something about Marissa.
She’s pretty, intelligent, lots of fun and best of all she’s mine.
What is, The Club? It’s mysteriously referred to in the book blurb.
The Club, is the name of the BDSM club that my buddy, Jack, takes me to. He’s trying to lighten me up right at the start of the story, because truth is, I was still recovering from a bad break up. There’s a great description of The Club, in the story, which is sexy and gives a good picture of what goes on there.
A BDSM club … Cade are you a Sub or a Dom?
(He stares at me for a moment with his gorgeous blue eyes.)
I’d rather not say. The whole thing is still a little gray for me. (Now he’s smiling.)

Okay let’s have some quick questions.
What’s your favorite, jeans, or a suit?
I wear suits and jeans. I don’t have a favorite because I have some cool suits for work and some great faded denims that I throw on when I’m not working. It took me a while to get those jeans just the way I like them, ripped and faded. Marissa especially likes the tear in the upper thigh part.
Do you ever go commando?
(He grins and his eyes twinkle)
Er, yes, sometimes in my favorite jeans, the ones I just described. Once in a suit when Marissa and I went to The Club to meet with friends there.
Do you like making love with the lights off or on?
Both, either, it depends … Marissa likes candlelight (He smiles)
Coffee or Cola?
Has to be coffee. Are you offering me a cup … I didn’t get breakfast …
One more question. Maybe it’s a moot point since you’ve mentioned The Club, but here is it. In bed, toys or no toys? (Okay, he’s laughing now.)
The answer’s the same as lights on or off, both depending on the situation. I seriously need coffee now.

Author bio:
About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press Eternal Press Secret Cravings Ra Jones Anthologies Side Street Cookie Publishing
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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A Writer’s Tears #amwriting #emotion

WHISKEY-e1407500488237-225x300 For my birthday in August, my husband bought me a lovely bottle of pot still Irish whiskey. We enjoy trying different whiskies and collecting rare ones.
This particular bottle had me in tears. I’m sentimental and emotional, I know, but he’s just such a thoughtful man and he knows how much writing means to me.
The whiskey is called Writers Tears. In the description on the box it states that most…writers have suffered from writer’s block and many sought comfort and inspiration from…whiskey. After reading the description, it sent my mind into overdrive. I mean, how many writers actually end up in tears over different aspects of the writing process.
I shed tears when I get a story accepted, I shed tears when I get a great review but I can’t say that I shed tears when I get writer’s block, although it is frustrating. I guess it is a good excuse to pour a nice glass of whiskey though…
I also shed tears as a reader – and that happens a lot – but that’s a whole other blog post.
What makes you shed tears? If you’re an author, do you suffer from writer’s block and how do you get over it? If you’re an avid reader, is there anything in particular about a great read that makes you cry?
And while we’re on the subject of emotion, it is nearly two years since my debut publication with Totally Bound of my historical western novella Desire in Deadwood. Another cause to raise a wee dram!
Have a great weekend!
Molly xxx

#bookrelease – Winners – by Allyson Young @evernightpub

winners marking time 3 for blogs Candy and Sinclair remain best friends, especially now Sin is back home doing her veterinary practicum. The pair are privy to one another’s deepest secrets and have the other’s back. Their men, Ash and Craig, and Reece also grew up together, although Reece’s time in the military created some distance. While there is no sexual component in their friendships, none of them hide their love for their partners or the intense sexuality of their personal relationships. Add in some typical issues and a demon from Sinclair’s past and it’s a bit of a roller coaster ride. But in the end they all come up Winners.

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#bookreview – Captured Countess – by @annlethbridge #harlequinhistorical

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This novel was suspenseful, sensual and sexy!
The story follows Nicoletta, the Countess Vilandry, and Gabriel D’Arcy as they try to work out whether loyalties lie with France or England. As they embark upon the game of seduction, they become more embroiled than they ever could have imagined.
The story moves quickly and there are some extremely passionate and intensely romantic moments as the characters become intimately acquainted. There is also an element of the paranormal involved which adds an enchanting twist.
Ann Lethbridge’s historical novels are vivid and meticulously researched and her characters are endearing and intriguing.

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Dare to Dream – Release Day Blitz – by @tiny_dancer85

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The world was going to end. Of that, Maggie Trafford was certain.
Fourteen-year-old Maggie Trafford leads a normal life. Well, as normal as being crammed in a three-bedroom house with four siblings and a single parent can be, anyway. But despite being somewhat ignored at home, Maggie excels, earning top grades, a best friend who would do anything for her, and stolen looks from a boy in Maths.
It’s not until the dreams start that Maggie realizes “normal” is the least of her problems. Every night, she lives the same nightmare—red lightning, shattered glass, destruction. But nightmares are just that, right? No one believes her when she says it’s an omen. At least, not until the already mysterious pillars of Stonehenge start falling.
No longer alone in her fear, Maggie and the world watch with bated breath as one after another, the historic stones tumble, like a clock counting down. But only Maggie knows what it means: when the last stone falls, destruction will reign. And when the world ends, there’s only one option left—survive.
Horrifying and raw, Dare to Dream is equal parts tragedy and hope, detailing the aftermath of apocalyptic catastrophe, the quest for survival, and the importance of belief.

Buy DARE TO DREAM by Carys Jones today!

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Carys Jones loves nothing more than to write and create stories which ignite the reader’s imagination. Based in Shropshire, England, Carys lives with her husband, two guinea pigs and her adored canine companion Rollo.

When she’s not writing, Carys likes to indulge her inner geek by watching science-fiction films or playing video games.

She lists John Green, Jodi Picoult and Virginia Andrews as her favorite authors and draws inspiration for her own work from anything and everything.

To Carys, there is no greater feeling then when you lose yourself in a great story and it is that feeling of ultimate escapism which she tries to bring to her books.
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#bookrelease – His Boss her Dom – by @ravenmcallan @evernightpub

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Every fiber of her subbie being wanted to kneel and ask to submit to him. But as the letter told her she was to take another week’s leave, and have a ‘dalliance’ with the new postie, she’d need to be careful. A dalliance in the name of work was one thing. A dalliance because she wanted to submit to him was another. She was still his superior officer, and in charge of this case, or whatever they chose to call it. Case was a bit of a misnomer. All she’d mentioned was a lot of very expensive top of the range cars were driving up the lane, and the same cars weren’t coming back. It seemed that had interested some people in the force, hence Jamie the new postie, who filled his uniform rather nicely.
Mind you if I remember rightly, he fills his police one to perfection as well. Shit he’s young though. Cougar is okay, right? Well it doesn’t matter in the lifestyle so sod it. But this isn’t the lifestyle or Dommissimma. She put the dog down and watched abstractedly, as he turned around in circles and settled in his basket. Then she went on with her internal argument.
Damn it, does dalliance cover a bit of subbing? Probably not, more’s the pity. And he doesn’t recognize me anyway. It was probably just as well. To be the superior to the guy who had you almost bare ass naked strapped over a spanking bench and flogging you until you flew, could cause a few problems. Best not to bring it up unless he did. Not until after. If, she thought despondently, there was any chance of an after. He might throw a wobbly because she hadn’t been open and honest with him. After all, he was a Dom, and even in the short time she’d played with him in Dommissimma, the BDSM club she went to in Glasgow whenever she got the chance—which wasn’t often—she knew damn well he was a good one.
Why is life so bloody complicated? Oh fuck it. Eva decided it was time to pull up her big girl panties and get over her mump. She’d always been a sub, never wanted to be a Domme, and was happy and comfortable with that. However that part of her was separate from her work persona where she was in charge. There she was his superior officer—even if only for the time being—and she couldn’t forget it.
Later, was later, as her cliché-ridden boss had a penchant for saying, along with, ‘now was now’, and ‘no time like the present’. As well as ‘priorities take precedent’. Which was so bloody obvious that Eva always wanted to snigger when she heard him utter it.
She rummaged in the fridge and found the ingredients to make paella. If Jamie didn’t like seafood he could have a quiche. The garlic made her pause for a second, but not to put it in, on the off chance of getting close up and personal, was stupid. It was work, not play of any kind. However, just thinking about playing with Jamie, Master Jamie, made her knickers wet. Eva gave into temptation, put the paella in the bottom, simmering oven of the Aga and took herself upstairs for a short and fast session with her bullet. It took three climaxes before she was sobbing and spent and slumped limply on the bed. The memories of his crop on her ass, and the tight nipple clamps he attached to her nubs, and linked them with a chain he attached to her clit and pulled on to apply pain, featured in most of her wet dreams and climax inducing fantasies. This had been no exception. Her pussy was soaked and her juices coated her thighs and the fingers she’d used to help her bullet, and increase stimulation. The pulse between her cunt and ass throbbed hard and with each beat, more of her juices spurted out. She hadn’t come so hard, or needed to, for many a long month. Work had been so demanding the nearest she’d had to a wet dream had been falling asleep in the bath.
Now, with the reappearance of Jamie, it seemed that her libido roared back with a vengeance. She could only hope it stayed that way, and every climax wasn’t a solo one.

Hair july 14A multi-published, best selling author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband, in a house much too big for them—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

Or….

Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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