Friday, December 27, 2013

A little Friendly Temptation with Elaine Radley

Today I have Elaine Radley with me. She has a naughty little gem in the Wilder side of the Garden--Friendly Temptation - and Oh My Hello that cover is hot!

So grab a cup of tea, slip on your favorite slippers and let’s get to know Elaine.

KyAnn: Do you plot or let the story unfold as you write?

Elaine: I would say a combination of the two.  A general idea enters my head and rattles around for a while before I sit down and start to type.  I’ll know I need to get from point A to B to C, but will sometimes take a circuitous route.  My characters whisper to me (No, I’m not schizophrenic.  At least I don’t think so), and from their guidance, I determine how to proceed.  Does that sound a little nutty?

KyAnn: Have you ever cried while writing a book?

Elaine:   I’m not embarrassed to admit I have.  I become very attached to my characters and when they’re in pain, so am I.  I wrote a scene where my main character is (seemingly) betrayed by the man she adores.  I was weepy for days over that one.

KyAnn: Do you have set times during the day that you write?

Elaine:   Oh dear.  Yes, I’m a night owl and will always be so.  Currently, I’m sitting here answering questions at 7 in the morning…and I haven’t gone to bed yet.  Soon my hubby will be up and about, and I’ll be on the receiving end of raised eyebrows…not in surprise, more in acknowledgement.  Yup, that’s how it goes.

KyAnn: When did you first, without hesitation, call yourself a writer?

Elaine:   Even after my first contract it took me a little bit to form the words.  I think it’s because of all the expectation, which comes with it.  The inevitable “Oh yeah? What do you write?” comes to mind and for me it’s a bit of a minefield.  The question is more like “What don’t I write?”  My first two contracts are erotic in nature and although I’m proud of them, I’m squirming in my shoes at the same time.  My writing spans beyond the genre, including YA, horror and suspense.  I always try to follow my capricious little muse and don’t anticipate she’ll lead me astray.

KyAnn: Describe your writing style in ten words or less.

Elaine:   Concise, but descriptive with true-to-life dialogue.

KyAnn: You can erase one embarrassing experience from your past. What will it be?

Elaine:   Uh, oh.  There are too many to choose from!  Okay, I have one:  Drinking too much cheap champagne on an empty stomach and proceeding to throw up and pass out at a friend’s wedding reception.  How’s that for embarrassing?  In my own defense, I was only nineteen.  What a lesson though!  At least it was before everyone had camera phones…

KyAnn: Have you ever found true love?

Elaine:   My husband of 20+ years is my true love.  He’s also my best friend (It’s amazing how much patience this man has!) and the father of my two wonderful children.  We reached the point long ago where we’re able to finish one another’s thoughts and anticipate what comes next.  I think it sometimes creeps out the kids.  That’s love. 

KyAnn: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

Elaine:   *Subject to moodiness and daydreaming.  Handle with care.

KyAnn: What makes you laugh?

Elaine:   Hmmm…I’m can be kind of a tough customer.  I love dry humor, like Woody Allen, Albert Brooks and anything Monty Python, but I’m not above a giggling fit linked with something juvenile or stupid, depending on my state of mind. Sometimes just the memory of some past event will have me smirking and snorting, much to the confusion and paranoia of any present company.

KyAnn: What is your favorite time of year and why?

Elaine:   I love autumn.  You’d think I wouldn’t considering my birthday falls during that time, but the changing of the leaves and crisp air always lightens my mood and makes me breathe a little easier.  Besides, Halloween just rocks. J

Thank you so much for stopping by. To learn more about Elaine, find her on the web.

Friday, December 20, 2013

My Favorite Holiday Treat

So I thought I'd share the simplest holiday treat. My boys wouldn't think if was Christmas if we didn't have a plastic container in the fridge filled with thin mint cookies.

Supplies: Ritz crackers
chocolate candy coating/Chocolate bark
peppermint extract
cotton balls

Melt the chocolate. I usually use my crockpot on low until it's melted, then turn to warm to keep the chocolate melted.

Dip a cracker in the melted chocolate until covered. I use a fork so I can tap off the excess chocolate on the inside edge of the crockpot.

Place chocolate covered cracker on wax paper.

once the chocolate has set on the crackers, stack them in a plastic/Tupperware container between layers of wax paper. I use an empty gallon ice cream bucket.

Tip the peppermint extract into a cotton ball to wet. Just a few drops per cotton ball. Every couple of layers of cookies, place a peppermint cotton ball.

Store cookies in the air tight container in a cool place. After 24 hours of soaking up the peppermint extract, they are ready to eat. they taste just like a thin mint cookie.

Happy Holidays

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Over the river and through the woods...safely

It’s freezing cold here in Utah and we’re about to go over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house. So in light of recent news stories, I’ve done some internet digging and am making my family an emergency kit for our car. I plan to use a small bin since we’re a family of 4. But some sites recommended an empty coffee can to make a kit for one person.

I’m gathering the following items for my kit.

A small ball of strong twine.

Two candles, a lighter and a Ziploc baggie with a book of matches.

A pocket knife.

A bright orange bandana that I can tie to the antenna if we needed to mark the car for help.

4 bottles of water.

A couple plastic spoons

Cliff bars and canned food that has the easy pop and pull tab on top.

A sleeping bag and a sun shield blanket

A flashlight

A first aid kit

A roll of toilet paper

An empty milk jug filled with cat litter. This is to give tires traction if you get stuck

I already have jumper cables, an ice scraper and a phone charger in my vehicle. So those didn’t need added to my kit.

Only keep your kit in your trunk if you have access to the trunk from inside the car. My car seats pull forward to access the trunk so I feel safe keeping it in the trunk. But trucks can freeze shut so keep inside your car if there is no trunk access from inside the vehicle.

If traveling please be safe this holiday season.


Monday, December 16, 2013

Making Sants's Naughty List

How did Mistletoe come to mean a kiss?

Although many sources say that kissing under the mistletoe is an English custom, there's another explanation for its origin. In Norse mythology there is a story of a loving, if overprotective, mother.

Frigga was mother to the Norse god Balder, the best loved of all the gods. Frigga was the goddess of love and beauty and she loved her son. To ensure no harm would come to him, she went through the world securing promises from everything that sprang from the four elements--fire, water, air, and earth--that they would not harm her beloved Balder.

Leave it to Loki, a mischievous spirit, to find the loophole. Mistletoe and an arrow made from its wood. To make the prank even nastier, he took the arrow to Hoder, Balder's brother, who was blind. Guiding Holder's hand, Loki directed the arrow at Balder's heart and Balder fell dead.

Frigga's tears became the mistletoe's white berries. In the version of the story with a happy ending, Balder is restored to life and Frigga is so grateful that she reverses the murderous reputation of Mistletoe, making it a symbol of love and promising to bestow a kiss upon anyone who passes under it.

So hang some mistletoe and pucker up!

Information gleaned from numerous online searches for mistletoe lore.

 Now for a naughty excerpt from the Naughty List.

T’was a week before Christmas and Mrs. Claus conspires. Proposition Jack Frost to give Santa his greatest desire…

The deviant Dominant Jack Frost can be good…very good. But for being so good at being so bad, Santa keeps him on the naughty list. What would Jack do to get on the good list? Kidnap Santa? With the help of Mrs. Claus, Jack could force Santa’s submission and give him the one thing he’s always wanted—to be on the naughty list himself. Then Jack could show Santa just how very good he can be.

Adult excerpt

Jack tugged on the black buckle of Santa’s belt. “Come into my workshop—my toy shop. We’re going to play.”

Adrenaline like molten lava, blazed through Santa. Jack’s workshop wasn’t like the brightly lit jovial environment where Santa and his elves put in their fifteen-hour shifts. His gaze darted around the spacious room in the secluded log cabin. Instead of rustic comfort, Jack’s lair was a den of iniquity. Tools for torturous pleasures lined wooden shelves along the wall. Chairs, benches and machines were situated around the room. Santa swallowed hard, the collar biting into his neck. His heart pounded. He’d seen this room many times in his magic snow globe—when he was checking to see if Jack were being naughty or nice. Santa fought to keep from glancing to the far corner, the corner hidden in shadow.

Santa slowed his breathing, tried to keep from becoming aroused, but he knew what hid in the darkened corner—a padded bench. A BDSM bed. Iron girders built the frame. An iron canopy offered fasteners for wicked delights. Straps, belts and bindings. Cuffs, chains and torturous tools. Would Jack leave him bound to the bench, keep him immobile while Jack sucked his dick, or fucked him with the machine. No, Santa wouldn’t be victim of Jack’s deviant machinations. Santa didn’t want to want in the corner, locked to the table, his ass exposed and the fucking machine ramming into him. But he did.

In the center of the room, Jack positioned Santa. “Don’t do this,” Santa begged.

“You’ll have to be more specific Santa.” Jack secured the O-ring connecting Santa’s cuffed hands to a steel chain. The chain was mounted to the ceiling. Jack tugged the chain, sliding the steel links through a pulley until Santa’s arms rose over his head.

Santa’s arms stretched high, muscles bunch and ripped and his wrists were bound together. His fingers were already numb. He relaxed his fisted hands and tried to calmly reason with Jack. “I can’t be more specific. What is all this tomfoolery?” He uselessly tugged on the chain. He was Jack’s hostage.

Jack smoothed his palms over the bunched muscles of Santa’s arms, along his shoulders and onto his chest, toying with the silken hairs on his pectorals. “There is more than one way to have fun. We’re going to play with my toys.” Jack dropped to his knees on the floor. He secured the leather cuff around Santa’s left ankle to the steel hook in the flooring. “Spread your legs, Santa.” He did. The click of the lock on his right ankle heightened his anxiety. “Now that I know you’ve accepted my invitation to stay, I can help you get more comfortable.”

“But I didn’t accept.”

Jack tsked. “You haven’t put up much of a fight.” Jack pivoted and took a long pair of shears from the worktable.

“I can’t fight you, Jack.”

Jack smiled. “I know. That’s what makes your submission all the sweeter.” Jack slid the edge of the sheer under Santa’s T-shirt. His stomach quivered with the touch of cold steel. The first snip echoed through the room. “Mrs. Claus told me what you were hiding under all this finery. I want to…well, I was going to say I want to see for myself. But I’m going to do more than look. I’m going to touch for myself.” Jack snipped the shirt from waist to neck. Each quick cut sent rousing frissons skittering through Santa.

Jack slipped the fabric over the hard ridge of Santa’s shoulder, his fingertips scoring Santa’s flesh. Santa sucked in a breath. His exposed skin shivered in the cool cabin air. His nipples beaded and yet he was hot. Sweat trickled along his spine. “What are you going to do to me?” Would Jack detect the thrill beneath the concern?

“Ah, Santa, you should know it’s better not to tell.” He tapped Santa’s cheek. “Half the fun is in the surprise.” Jack had unbuckled Santa’s belt in the sleigh. Now he slowly slid the leather from the loops. He snapped the belt. Santa jerked at the crack of the leather. His cock swelled, hard and pulsing against his groin.

Santa was in a quandary. He could not lie nor could he partake of the naughty pleasure Jack promised. “I want to return to my workshop. Christmas is only a week away.”

“Hmm. That poses a problem.” Jack took the shears in hand and slipped the blades into the waistband of Santa’s trousers. Cutting the fabric along Santa’s thigh, Jack stripped him of the last of his clothing. “You have nothing to wear.”

Naked with Jack. Anchored to the floor by his ankles, arms stretched toward the ceiling, collar and cock. Santa was at Jack’s mercy and a plea for more was on the tip of his tongue. “No,” he mumbled. He shook his head and slowly closed his eyes. This secret desire would destroy all he cherished. His role in the world gone for a chance to be ravished. “No.”

Jack snapped the belt across Santa’s exposed buttocks.

“No!” he bellowed, arching away from the sting.

“I told you no one will hear your cries.” Jack pulled his arm back then unleashed another powerful blow. The belt snapped, smiting Santa high on the buttocks. Muscles tensed. The chains pulled taut. Santa nearly bit his tongue as a blistering heat bloomed beneath his skin.

“If you continue to say no—” Jack crisscrossed the strikes with another. “I’ll be forced to gag you.” Jack heaved a breath and lowered his arm. “You should have rosy cheeks.” Jack slowly circled Santa, his hungry gaze eating him up. “Now you do.”

Santa dropped his head forward, feeling the pinch of the collar on his neck. The chains attached to his wrists held him up. His muscles burned and they’d only just begun. “Please.”

“Please what?” Jack closed his fist around Santa’s shaft. His fingers were strong as they squeezed and stroked. Santa was used to Abby’s feminine touch and her sex kitten ways—all the time craving something more. Craving Jack. Abby had known, had realized that like her, he wished for something more. But unlike Abby, he’d never had his wish.

Lust unfurled in Santa, washing over him and making him ache to be naughty. Could he? What would happen if Santa found himself on the naughty list? He was Santa after all. Who would tell?

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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Making Santa's Naughty List with Nona Raines

Nona’s on Santa’s Naughty List!

Hi all, and welcome to the Erotic Cravings “Making Santa’s Naughty List” Promotion! Good girls can make Santa’s “nice” list, but let’s face, it’s much more fun to be naughty! We eight naughty authors of Erotic Cravings are offering some nice presents for the holiday season. Stop by each day to read another Erotic Cravings author’s post, because each of us is offering a giveaway and there’s a grand prize of a $50 Amazon or B&N gift card for one lucky winner!

When it comes to being naughty, a little libation always helps J. One traditional Christmas drink my family always enjoyed is Gløgg or Glögg. (There seems to be variation of spelling and pronunciation. In our house we pronounced it glug.) This is a beverage made with wine, whiskey and spices and served warm.

Here's a recipe that's similar to one we’ve enjoyed:

1 bottle of port wine (my mom always used ruby port, but you might prefer something less sweet)

¼ - ½ bottle whiskey

1 cinnamon stick

A few whole cloves

2 – 3 tablespoons sugar (if desired)

1 cup dark raisins

½ cup blanched slivered almonds

Combine the wine, whiskey and spices in a pot and heat on the stove. Once it's hot, remove spices with a slotted spoon and add the raisins and almonds. Serve in small cups with a spoonful of raisins and nuts in each cup (a treat to eat once you've drunk the glogg).

This can be made in advance and stored in wine bottles. It should be reheated to serve.

Yum. Delicious, but it's some powerful stuff!


The “gift” I’m offering on this promotion is a digital copy of my FFM ménage romance His and Hers and Hers. It fits the holiday theme, as it takes place from late October to shortly after Christmas. There’s a naughty Christmas Eve scene where the two girls have a surprise planned for their guy. Some life-changing events also take place for the trio over the holiday.


Kyla Denster and Jordan Brougham are passionately in love. Kyla knows she's lucky to have a guy who uses all his tricks to keep her happy in and out of bed. Jordan knows he's lucky to have such a hot, adventurous girlfriend.

But neither of them knows that their best friend, Cassie DeSantis, wants them both. Cassie's painful past has taught her not to wear her heart on her sleeve.  She keeps quiet, afraid that revealing her feelings would mean losing the two people she cares for most.  Things change one night when an impulsive kiss leads to the three of them spending an incredibly hot night together.

When the couple wants more of Cassie, she leaps at the chance to be with them. But problems arise at her insistence that no one mention the L word and when Jordan and Kyla clash over how to deal with disapproving family.  Their triad relationship will only survive if they all stand together to prove that three is the perfect number—when all three are in love.


     She heard Jordan’s low rumble and Ky’s giggle. Then Kyla’s voice came from the doorway. “Cassie.”

     Cassie’s mouth went dry. Kyla stood there wearing nothing but a tiny black thong and an impish grin. Her hard brown nipples pointed straight at Cassie and her generous breasts begged to be caressed and kissed. Cassie’s own nipples tightened in response.

     Kyla’s eyes flashed as though she knew exactly how turned on Cassie was. Her smile hitched a little higher. “Dessert is now being served. In the bedroom.”

     Cassie pushed back her chair and rose, her body tingling with anticipation. Kyla beckoned her with a crooked finger and Cassie followed her down the hall. When they reached the bedroom, Kyla stopped.

     “One thing. Entrance here requires special dress. Or undress, I should say.” She smiled. “Let me help.”

     Ky assisted as Cassie stepped out of her shoes, socks, and pants and peeled off her top. When she stood only in her bra and panties, Ky stepped in close. “I’ll undo your bra.” Her warm breath tickled Cassie’s neck, her bare breasts, and hard brown nipples teased Cassie’s skin as she wrapped her arms around Cass and unfastened her bra.

     “You can keep those on…” Ky traced her finger down the seam of Cassie’s pink bikini panties. “For now.”

     Cream drenched her pussy at the wicked promise in Kyla’s tease. Ky took her hand and drew her through the doorway. “Come on.”

     Jordan sat on the bed, in a pair of black briefs, already distended by his rising cock. Dark hair dusted his chest, and Cassie’s fingers itched to feel its texture, and the warm skin underneath. More than that, she wanted to caress the bulge that grew bigger the more she stared. His green eyes were bright, his expression dreamy. His smile, the smile she loved, still hitched up a little higher in one corner. “Hey, Cass. Ready for dessert?”

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Hot Contemporary Romance
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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Dirt Rotten Scoundrel – Making Santa's Naughty List with Anita Philmar

Hi every naughty boy and girl, welcome to the Erotic Cravings “Making Santa’s Naughty List.”
Living on the wild side is so much more fun that being “nice.” Tell me who wants to be that!

The eight naughty authors of Erotic Cravings are offering some nice presents for the holiday season. Stop by each day to read another Erotic Cravings author’s post, because each of us is offering a giveaway and there’s a grand prize of a $50 Amazon or B&N gift card for one lucky winner!

So let’s me tell you about my Dirt Rotten Scoundrel...He lies, cheats, and prowls through the night like a panther...wait he’s a shape shifter.  Now, he’s on a quest to win the ultimate live in paradise again.

All Jack Avery has to do to earn the queen's forgiveness is rescue her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.

Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.
Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.

Excerpt from Banished Scoundrel

The dark night didn’t bother Jack. He enjoyed the peaceful sound of an owl cooing and the cold crisp dirt under his paws. Fresh air filled his lungs, and he quickly recovered from his jaunt through the woods. Sloan had led him on a merry chase, but Jack gained the information he needed.

Still in his panther form, he followed Kitty’s scent. She hadn’t agreed to meet him, but her unique fragrance on the breeze had directed him to her path through the underbrush. The low shrubs helped provide plenty of cover from any wandering guest.

A snap from a twig sang through his sharpened awareness. He scanned the sandy shore of the lake. A sleek female panther stalked to the water’s edge and dipped her head to drink.

With her tail up and lying along her side, the rich scent of her sex filled his senses. He focused on the wide spread of her back legs. The pleasure of pumping his barbed cock deep into her lush pussy enraged his lust. Her scream of completion would echo through the night and alert the humans in the castle of their activities.
The panther turned and stared at the castle. Jack? What are you doing here?

He stepped out from his hiding place. The light from the night beast lit the area in an eerie glow. Unwilling to expose himself to danger, he tossed his head back at the structure glowing in the distance. Many of the bedroom windows faced the lake.

Why don’t we move to a more secure area? I don’t want anyone from Sloan’s party to see us. He turned.

No, Jack. Even though you’ve caught me in my panther form, I’m not following you into the underbrush. I’ve read that male cats have an insatiable hunger to mate. She shuffled her paws in the sand and strolled along the shoreline.

But wait! With a quick burst, he covered the ground between them. He closed his mouth around the hairs on the back of her neck and tugged.

She sighed and stopped. Jack, I’m not fucking you in this form. A quick twist of her head and she broke free of his grip. Now stop.

A deep purr rumbled from his chest. He couldn’t allow her to escape.

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Have a wonderful holiday season and give everyone on your naughty list a kiss...after all they need a little something too.

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Friday, December 13, 2013

Making Santa's Naughty List with Em Patrova

Are You on the Naughty List?
Here are some things that might have gotten me on Santa’s Naughty List this year:

1.      Infected something with a fatal virus--my poor little computer will rest in peace. Obitituary: Died in Feb. 2013 from…ahem…watching certain questionable videos and looking at erotic photography.

2.      The Bulge Tour project—if you follow my blog  you’ll find snapshots of unsuspecting men and their packages. I’ve taken a few really good ones, as well as been “caught” a number of times!

3.      Grabbing my children by the hair and forcing them to look at me when they’re committing the ultimate back-talk sin.

4.      Didn’t bother to pay the gas bill and instead purchased lingerie. Whattayathink?

5.      Told the school I was not going to volunteer for the bake sale ever again because they always pair me with Lucas’s mom, who is the equivalent of a goldfish swimming back and forth in its bowl and getting excited about the same coral castle. Yeah, I said that.

Sometimes being bad feels really good! Make sure you do 5 naughty things this year AT LEAST. But always balance with kindness and good deeds. What have you done that’s earned you a spot on the Naughty List?

Read on for a naughty excerpt from my latest release STRANDED AND STRADDLED!


When a freak snowstorm strands Lacey at a crowded Oklahoma rest stop, she thinks things can’t possibly get worse. Until she bumps into Trace Allen. Bull rider, ex-boyfriend, and all-around bad boy, Trace plucks her off her feet and invites her into his warm travel trailer.

But Lacey has her misgivings. Trace is every bit as strong and virile as the bulls he rides--and just as volatile. But when she finds evidence that their bad breakup was a misunderstanding, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about him.

Could Trace’s temper and bad boy exterior hide a tender heart? And will Lacey end up stranded, or straddled by the hottest bad-boy cowboy the rodeo circuit has ever seen?


“Fuck, I missed you.” He closed his fingers over her buds, twisting, stroking in perfect tempo to the pulse between her thighs. Juices slicked her folds. She smoothed her hand over the dips and swells of his chest, aware of his cock waving over her belly.

As if he couldn’t wait another moment, he prostrated himself on her, mouth on her nipples. The rake of his teeth against her sensitive flesh drew quiet whimpers from her. When he slid a hand over her landing strip of curls to the slick heat of her, she threw her head back and lost herself in sensation.

He glided a finger over her hard pearl, down over the soaking outer lips, and plunged into her core. She cried out, bucking against his touch. The heel of his hand ground into her clit, and oh, it had never been so intense, so good.





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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Making Santa's Naughty List with Nese Lane

Making Santa’s Naughty List…ever wonder if your thoughts or actions have landed you on that infamous scroll?  If your answer is no, don’t get your tinsel in a tangle, here are a couple of fun ideas to have Santa contemplating a switch for you next year.

Okay, picture this.  You’re at the local coffee house kicked back enjoying your favorite latte or Frappuccino.  You scan the room and your breath catches at the extremely attractive person standing in line.  Close your eyes and picture that person in the throes of a climax.

You’ll be amazed at how your pulse will speed up and your breathing will deepen.  It’s just a fantasy folks, now take that feeling and use it. Endorphins make everything merry and bright :)

Later, you’re sitting at the computer scanning the internet.  The house is quiet and you’ve covered your inbox and other pertinent chores.  Force your mouse to the incognito setting and pull up a search box.  Type in the one sexual fantasy you’ve never had the nerve to share, with anyone. Your palms will sweat as you hover over the search button.  The bottom drops out of your stomach as you click…

Today’s world is all about instant gratification. I’m all for gratification, but take the time to treat yourself to a little fantasy every now and then.  Let the heat build and soon you’ll have more than visions of sugar plums dancing in your head as you sleep.  And remember…Santa is very jolly because he knows where all of the Naughty folks live – especially since he only comes once a year!

*Snort* I can’t believe I went there. Okay, yes I can.  Everyone please have a Happy and Very Naughty Christmas.

Nese Lane

Erotic Romance with a little bit of edge.

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Smokin’ hot body, a voice that sends shivers down your spine, then top it off with an empathic ability to sense your every desire… Everyone has a rock star fantasy, right?  Take a peek at my new release Angel’s Addiction.

Lustful addiction to an empathic rock star leads to love and deadly games…

His angel...

Gabriella Blanchett can't seem to resist the addictive lure of another pleasure-filled night with the smoldering rock star. He'd be perfect except for the sudden and mysterious disappearances in the middle of the night. His ability to sense her every need, coupled with the secrets he harbors, leave her head spinning, her body humming, and her heart in jeopardy.

Her addiction...

Rock star Auro Moretti tours the world with a goal that's two-fold. He hopes his music is inspiring, but as an empath, he also heals tortured young souls in the audience with his gypsy gift. Protecting his family's secret and Romani heritage proves as difficult a task as keeping Gabriella in his bed.

She fills his soul with light...he feeds her craving for love...and a stalker threatens to destroy both.


     I peered around the corner into the kitchenette area. Auro stood with his back to me, and I took a moment to appreciate the view. He’d drug on a pair of soft well-worn jeans. The fabric molded his ass in a way that had me drooling. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and muscles played across his back when he leaned forward and laid a single red rose on the room service tray.

     Preoccupied with his task, he quietly sang a tune I didn’t recognize. The sound of his voice had me wet in five seconds flat. I’m so easy.

     I slipped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Mmm, morning.” I slid the long silky strands of his hair over so I could kiss where my lips met his spine. The deep rumble of his chuckle tickled my cheek as I snuggled against his warmth. 

     “Try afternoon, cara, it is after three. I was just coming to bring you something to eat and find out your plans for this evening. I had hoped to wake you in a completely different manner, but this works almost as well.” 

     He turned in my arms, tightened his hold, and lowered his head to brush his lips across my mouth. And there it was…the euphoric feeling of his kiss. The fix I needed from my drug of choice—Auro. It hit my system with enough punch, my knees weakened. I steadied myself by grasping his shoulders, leaning my full weight against his tension-filled frame. 

     “Sorry to spoil your fun. How can I make it up to you?” I murmured against his lips. Heat flashed in his gaze, and I slowly lowered myself to my knees.

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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Making Santa's Naughty List with Darah Lace

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A Naughty Elf

A little elf whispered in my ear, “Don’t hang your stockings by the chimney with care. Put them on, along with those red stilettos, the matching bustier and mini-skirt. Go be naughty!”

I frowned. Me? Wearing an outfit like that? Ha! He must have been drinking too much hot chocolate! I had, which is why that skirt didn’t fit anymore. But wait, that was reality!

Quick, quick, oh, hurry! I dash across the room and grab the nearest vehicle of fantasy!

Yes! I’m off now. And I’m sleek and long and dressed in red leather!

And hells to the yes! The elf is no longer the same elf whispering in my ear. He’s taller, leaner, a pillar of strength and power. And he's dressed in full Dom gear, a flogger in his large, strong sexy hand.

“You’ve been very naughty.” His voice is deep, lusty. His dark gaze strays from the tippy-toe of my red heels to the polished red tip of my fingernails high above my head. My wrists are bound to the wall, the cold metal biting deliciously into my flesh. I’m helpless…his to do with as he wishes.

I lower my head to hide my smile. I know he likes it when I’m bad.

And that’s how easy it is to be naughty, to get lost in a book, a fantasy. I do it whenever I can, whether I’m reading or writing. In my latest release, Tara must let go of the world she knows and submit to the unknown world of BDSM. She’s very, very naughty and loves every minute of it!

Yes, Master

Tara Sherwood never dreamed she’d let a man put her in chains, call her pet and spank her into submission, or that she’d derive pleasure from punishment. But her future hangs in the balance and the choice is simple—walk away, or kneel at the Master’s feet.

A morsel of decadence that will whet your appetite for whips, bondage and a Master of your own.


A loud pop across the room snapped her head up. The rest of her body jerked but remained immobile, proving the restraints worked and just how vulnerable she was. Oh god, what had she been thinking? She’d never even been spanked before much less whipped.

He was beside her again, a warm hand on her back, smoothing the length of her spine. “Shh, shh, shh.” His palm slid along her hip and over the curve of ass. “It sounds worse than it feels.”

Tara sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She trusted him. She had to, had to do this.

Something tickled the opposite buttock. It felt like dozens of velvety fingers. No, not fingers. Strands of soft leather. She trembled as it shadowed the path of his hand down one thigh, over her calf and back up again then along her back. The tickling continued down her arms until he finally held it for her to see. And seeing the instrument he planned to use on her helped ease the panic.

Funny, she should have been more afraid, not less. Maybe she wanted this more than she thought.

See, Tara is enjoying herself, living a fantasy. I encourage you—no, I dare you—to find your own little elf, let him whisper in your ear. Then go, be naughty!

Darah (always on The Naughty List)

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