Sirus Bandai: The Invisible Bandit

Blurb:

A jewel thief bent on seduction
A billionaire out for revenge
A superhero trying to protect a city
And Ciara Walker is caught in the middle of them all

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“That’d be nice. Although, I never learned to sew. Not real well.” Darla squished her lips together and her eyes looked awash with sentiment. “Wish mom would have shown me.”

A blue flannel shirt caught Jessie’s attention. The remark filled her with nostalgia for the rare times she tagged along with her own mother to the studio lots and locations around Los Angeles. Jessie ran her hands over the smooth fabric.

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Update on Boarding the novel,  follow #Boardingnovel on Twitter

Boarding is in the final stages of editing and I’ve appreciated the characters and what I envision for Jessie Carter, not just in Boarding but in future stories, too.

I’ll be doing a cover reveal soon so stay tuned.

Boarding is scheduled for release on July 19.

And I’ll be sharing an excerpt soon.

I’ve had loads of fun researching the fashion industry and what designers experience. One designer I met who worked with Tommy Hilfiger told me about the 12 hour and 14 hour days. I couldn’t believe it.

Have a great Mother’s Day tomorrow. I included a picture of flowers I took recently in Santa Barbara.

My own mom was a wonderful story teller and loved to write. She completed one novel and did features for the local paper.

She had a ready smile and loved the quirky characters around our home town.

Thanks to all the moms for all they have done and all they do in keeping relationships together  in families of all sizes.

Ann: Thank you, DD.

One of my favorite characters is Jasper from Irish Seduction.

But this is not his first appearance in my writing. Jasper was a main player in my young adult book Witchling.

I fell in love with his Irish brogue and charm. His sensitive nature and the instant attraction women felt whenever he was near.

What was his story? Well, I sat down and decided to find out.

Irish Seduction starts when he is a young man searching for a love that will see him to the end of his days while his family are searching for a well connected wife.  Lady Leona is not the person he expects to fall in love with. Being the youngest daughter of the Gods that rule his world, she is not for him.

Leona has other ideas and the story unfolds with passion, intrigue and Jasper fighting for the love of his life.

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Excerpt:

He longed to crawl into his bed and let her take over his body. The blood rushed through his veins, burning while he recalled last night’s dream.

The velvet curtains around his bed moved soundlessly and the heavy fabric parted. As she stood, the light of the moon behind her, her hair shone like gold and shimmered over her shoulders. Her sheer white cloak fell in soft folds around her body, showing off the shape of her full breasts, the soft curve of her hips, and the small indentation of her navel down to the dark shadow at the apex of her thighs. She ran the tip of her tongue along her full, bottom lip leaving a gloss of moisture that he ached to taste. She lifted her chin and the cloak dipped, revealing her naked rose-tipped breast.

He sucked in a breath. The woman was magnificent and he yearned for her body beneath his.

A small sigh escaped her mouth when she reached out to touch him. Jasper gasped at the touch of her fingers toying with his bare chest, skimming over his nipples, and sending electric shocks through his body, straight down to his cock. She leaned in closer, her scent rocketing through his brain.

 She lifted her hand and drew down the covers, leaving him exposed to her eyes in the pale candlelight.

Jasper reached out a shaking hand as he debated sliding his fingertips across her face. Would she disappear if he touched her? Pleasure replaced his trepidation as she leaned her soft cheek against his hand and the dream remained unbroken. Her face turned into his hand and she kissed his palm, her tongue darting across the rough skin, sending sensuous ripples down his spine. She pushed him back on the pillows, and with a smile, traced a pattern over his face and down his neck with her lips.

Check out this great cover on my Wednesday cover reveal from author Ivy Bateman.

Blurb

Lara Munroe is perfectly fine with the characters in her books having better sex lives than she does until the night she meets Devin Monaghan.

When erotic writer Lara Munroe headed down the ballroom to take part in an extravagant book launch, she had no idea that her path would finally cross with political writer Devin Monaghan. He’s smart, sexy and roguishly handsome, and the chemistry between the two of them is instantaneous. Lara feels her natural guard slip whenever she lays her eyes on him. The thought of a night with Devin becomes more than a little distracting.

Devin, who could have chosen any woman in the crowd to share his hotel bed, quickly sets his sights on Lara. He finds her alluring, beautiful, intoxicating and his attraction to the erotic writer started long before their first encounter in the hotel elevator.

Lara and Devin have their careers to think about, a busy evening ahead, and very little chance for verbal communication, however, that doesn’t stop them from coming together. They are both authors, words are their greatest medium, but even they know that when it comes to figuring out how to get exactly who you want it could be as simple as reading between the lines.

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Here’s an excerpt from my story Riding Shotgun.

Blurb

Marcie is a Hollywood executive on her way from Los Angeles to Tahoe when her car breaks down along California Highway 395. She’s rescued by a darling mechanic and his trusty and talented sidekick.She ends up spending the night at Andrew’s place and has an encounter with him while undressing:

Excitement gripped her. The teal contrasting with her creamy thighs looked cool. She took off her shoes. “I’ll be right out,” she called to Andrew, “just give me a few minutes.” She adjusted the lights from the soft yellow glow to red–and back again. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, laying it on the counter. She fluffed her hair and enjoyed gazing in the mirror; a plush bathmat cushioned her feet. Her breasts, supported with her bra, formed her cleavage into an enticing V-shape and the color showed well in full or soft light. Suddenly she envisioned an evening in a warm embrace.

What if? The tingling along her thighs grew, but this time desire was clearly in her pussy; warm moisture seeping in the fabric of the clothes while her imagination kept demanding a taste of Andrew. Crazy. But he was alone just like she was. She missed the caresses of a man who cared about her, soothing her tension with kisses on her breasts, along her hips, and adorning her thighs.

Why not now? Nerves in her hands seemed to come alive while she slowly ran her fingers through her hair, turning to see her tits and round ass in profile. What the hell? She took a breath and faced the mirror before calling out, “Okay.”

There was a moment’s pause before the door handle turned. Andrew
stepped in from what was the master bedroom. He wore tight briefs, hugging his hips and outlining his ass.
Brianna smiled sweetly, “I hope you don’t mind.”
He froze, swallowing. His cock pushed against his underwear, a powerful erection revealing his desire and passion. “You’re gorgeous.”
Andrew remained still. His eyes showed the same empathy and tenderness she had first seen at his garage.
“Hold me, please.”
Andrew stepped forward, then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
She leaned against his chest; his scent drew her in. She turned to his shoulder, brushing her lips across his right side to the base of his neck and running her hands ran along his back.
“It’s been so long.”
Brianna welcomed the pressure from his cock against her panties;
she explored his back from his shoulders, down his warm torso and rested the palms of her hands on his butt. Gentle touches from his fingertips running lightly over her flesh fed her erotic appetite.

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Damn women. The roundness of the breasts and the softness of curves and the slinky movements always managed to touch Armand and arouse him. Jacqueline was no exception. She didn’t have any more warmth or tenderness to offer him than he would ever imagine offering to her.

Seduction and the heat that radiated didn’t need love in his world in order to ignite. Power was the aphrodisiac and she packed plenty of it.

He countered her sentiment with a reminder of what she and TC had to gain.

Update on my novel Boarding

Boarding is Book 1 of The Jessie Carter Fashion Series and it’s got sexy fashion like what you see in the picture, a few laughs, lots of passion, M/F/M romance, BDSM, and characters that are a lot of fun to explore. It takes place in Manhattan.

I’m busily writing Arrival, Book 3 of The Jessie Carter Fashion Series. It takes place in Los Angeles.

The stories show the changes she experience in her career and relationships.

I’m enjoying her character and the other characters she encounters.

Arrival is shaping up to be quite different.

Round Up

It was a busy last week with thanks to Dianne Hartsock and Raven McCallan posting here and a cover reveal from Mary Corrales.

This coming week is the Caliente Blog Hop, an Ivy Bateman cover reveal and more!

What the more is, I don’t really know but doggone it I know there will be more!

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I have to thank (or blame) my crit group UCW for Impulse. It all stemmed for a set of stories we wrote ages ago. Doris already has her idea published as Awakening, but I dithered. I knew my story was too busy, too bity, and to complicated. It needed to change, and not really be the story I’d written. But the idea of an Island where dreams and fantasies may come true kept niggling at me.

When Leona, my lovely Ed asked if I had anything fantasy wise, or paranormal wise for her, the idea, like Topsy, just grew and grew. No longer the original story, but now set on an Island in the Indian Ocean. With a lovely ordinary ( her words not mine)  older heroine—Mia—who had a sister who decides Mia needed to get out of her rut and act on impulse.

Once Mia gets to the island the fun—and not so fun—starts.

I so enjoyed writing this. It was different because for a start I had a sort of plot. I say sort of because once I began to write, as usual all my ideas where knocked on the head by my characters.

Of course Mia was going to do her own thing, whatever I said, whether I liked it or not, and that I tell you was touch and go for a while. Especially when Dylan decided to go all macho on her, and she got on her high horse. Well wouldn’t you? She’s a woman with a mind of her own and not afraid to use it.

Blurb

Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?

Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she’s the person he’s supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won’t be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.

However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?

You’ll need to read the book to find out, and to help you I’m giving away a copy to one commenter, who answers… What would your fantasy be?

And to help you decide if you’d like to win the book, here’s an excerpt…

“So? Would you like to join me? Hold on.” She started to panic as he began to unbutton his shirt. “What about dinner? And what are you going to wear?”

“For dinner? Up to you. For now? Nothing. Oh, and while I remember. Dinner? On hold ’til you ask for it.” His hand went to the next button, and he lifted his brow in silent query. In the subtle light, Mia only just noticed, but nodded anyway. His shirt was unfastened, and he threw it onto the lounger to rest on top of her bikini bottoms. Well, now she knew how he’d had confirmation of her nudity. Her bikini top was still fluttering away like a flag at a rally.

“Okay.” She did her best to ignore the rumba in her tummy and the butterflies dancing on her clit. Mia couldn’t take her eyes off him as his hands moved lower.

Oh god, now his jeans. I wonder if he’s going commando? And then what?’

“That, love, is your call.”

For fuck’s sake, zip it. This ‘think it and spew it’ is so embarrassing. Unable to look away, but feeling a terrible voyeur, Mia watched as he slowly peeled his jeans down his legs. Her suspicions, or was it hopes, were right.

Yup. Commando. What a body. Oh sheesh what a . . . .

Dylan smiled. “Thank you,” he said gravely. “Do you want me to stand here a bit longer or shall I get in the pool?”

“What? Oh hell, I’ve done it again, haven’t I?” She could have sworn she hadn’t spoken aloud.

“‘Fraid so.”

“Just get in.” She laughed, a rich, deep, sexy laugh that surprised herself as much as it seemed to him. His eyes widened, and he chuckled. “But do it slowly,” she added.

Dylan let himself slide into the water slowly, as requested. He winked. Damn, as if he doesn’t look as if he’s enjoying himself.

He swam across to stand in front of Mia. He didn’t touch, he just looked, and she thought—hoped—admired.

“You,” he said slowly as he touched her cheek, “Are my fantasy come to life. I want to touch you, explore you. All over. And over and over again. To feel those wonderful breasts pressed against my chest. To discover the taste of them, the feel of them in my mouth. To have your legs wrapped around me, to feel your body rubbing against mine, to make me even harder than I am now. To push myself into you, to feel myself filling you, and exploding in you. To hear you cry as you climax around me. And then to make you feel all those things again and again, with my hands, my mouth, my body—and oh shit, give me a minute here.”

She rather thought he struggled for composure.

“Thank god for the calming effects of water.”

Mia let out her breath. Noisily. “I’ll second that.” ‘And for someone who doesn’t work here, you sure know how to turn me on. Thank goodness I didn’t say that aloud.’

His lips twitched.

“What?”

“Nothing, just give me a minute. Then we’ll talk.”

Available from http://www.amazon.co.uk/Impulse-Isola-dei-Sogni-ebook/dp/B00CLTRTF2/

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Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—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.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

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.

You can find out more about Raven here…

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

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Welcome, Dianne and tell us about this new story.

Thanks so much Dee for having me back as a guest on your fabulous blog! Today I’d like to talk about two of my most favorite characters, Tris and his lover Aiden. I’ve written quite a few erotic romances these last couple of years, but my heroes from WITHOUT AIDEN will always have a special place in my heart.

In the first place, this story was very difficult to write at times. I had to revisit some of my own painful relationships, take off the bandages and remember what it had felt like to be abandoned and betrayed. But also the joy that came when I finally met the love of my life and he loved me back.

Secondly, I really like these characters. The chemistry between them is wonderful. Every scene I wrote with them together just seemed to flow so smoothly. And I like Tris’s courage and steadfast love. I like Aiden’s attraction to Tris despite his misgivings. But most of all I love the way Aiden was willing at the end to admit he’d been wrong and apologize.

WITHOUT AIDEN is a story of true love and friendship, doubt and loneliness and the joy of reunion and forgiveness. It’s a story about life with all its heartache and happiness and I think it will remain a favorite of mine for a long time.

Prize Time! I’d like to mention that WITHOUT AIDEN is on tour with Goddess Fish. Comment on any or all of my stops for a chance to win a $10 ARe Books gift card. You can follow my tour here: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/2013/04/22/goddess-fish-name-before-the-masses-tour-without-aiden/

Without Aiden

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Is a gift of love enough to open Aiden’s heart and let Tris back in?

After the car accident that killed his parents and left his sister paralyzed, Tris is left with nothing. His family is destroyed. His reputation is shot. And all he has is the guilt of knowing it was all his fault. People in town know he’d been drinking that night, and know he should never have gotten behind the wheel. And even Aiden, the man he thought he’d be with forever, blames him too much to stay.

But Tris can’t let him just disappear. After months of loneliness and isolation, Tris brings Aiden a gift on his birthday, a hawk he’s carved from a chunk of wood they’d found in the forest during an afternoon of love. A small chink seems to open in Aiden’s heart, the first sign of forgiveness. With renewed hope, Tris takes a job renovating one of the older homes in town and tries to rebuild his life. But the townspeople have long memories, and when his sister’s condition worsens, forgiveness—and Aiden—seem to slip even further out of reach.

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It had been three fucking months. Aiden had to talk to him, give him a hint of that gorgeous smile he lived for. Shit. What if Aiden wasn’t alone?

Tris locked his bike at the empty stand and tucked wisps of light hair behind his ears with a shaky hand. Aiden’s red Fiat sat in its space outside his apartment door. At least he was home this morning. He could easily be spending his birthday with someone else.

Paling at the thought, Tris slung his pack on his shoulder and walked to the door. He had nothing to lose at this point. He didn’t expect much, but maybe they could talk. Clear the air. Tris missed him. God, he’d suffered hell. Months of empty days and long, achy nights without his lover.

He rapped on the door and his heart sank when he heard voices and a soft laugh inside. Jealousy bit through him, but he shoved it away. Didn’t matter. He’d brought Aiden a gift and he’d be damned if he was leaving without delivering it.

He lifted his hand, then dropped it to his side and laughed without humor. He’d worn his best jacket too. As if Aiden would be impressed with anything he did. He set the backpack at his feet and carefully removed the small tissue-wrapped box.

He hefted it in his hand, heavier than it looked, and gently stroked a thumb over it. Damn. All of his love and yearning had gone into this gift he’d promised Aiden on one of their hikes in the forest outside town. Tris’s breath quickened as he recalled the exact moment, Aiden naked and sweaty in his arms, Tris’s spent cock in his hot ass. He rolled to his back when Aiden nudged him with his elbow. “What…”

“Didn’t you feel that?” Aiden’s hand dove under the jackets they were lying on and came up with the offending knot of wood. He rubbed his side. “Bet I get a bruise.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” Tris reached for the chunk, but Aiden shrugged and tossed it with their backpacks.

“Make me something with it,” Aiden ordered. They both looked up at a piercing cry. A hawk swooped over the treetops. “Carve him for me.”

Tris glanced at his darling and his heart flipped over. Aiden’s dark hair stood in wild disarray around his beautiful face. Tris leaned close and sucked the beckoning full bottom lip into his mouth. He groaned, recalling the silver hoop in the luscious flesh sliding over his dick earlier.

Aiden murmured approval and his tongue dove in, the silver ball in its center grazing the roof of Tris’s mouth, sending a shiver of lust through him. He gripped Aiden’s hair, holding him in place as their tongues twined and fenced.

Tris jolted back to the moment when the apartment door suddenly opened in his face. The blood rushed from his heart and roared in his ears. Aiden leaned against the door frame and Tris’s hungry gaze ran over his slim body, his mouth going dry at the soft line of curls disappearing into the tattered shorts sitting low on Aiden’s hips. He jerked his attention back to Aiden’s eyes, meeting his intense blue gaze.