Yes, yes, yes! or The Re-release of Dracula's Secret!

I am thrilled to announce the re-release of my first book, Dracula's Secret.

Dracula's Secret is the first book in the Blood Wings Trilogy. I've revised it and I'm super pleased with it.

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Summer Fun Scavenger Hunt!

I'm excited to be part of Night Owl Reviews Summer Fun Scavenger Hunt!

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Come and find some awesome books and get into summer. Along the way get entered to win Amazon Gift Cards!

All Amazon cards will be purchased via the Amazon.com website. This contest is open worldwide. Void where prohibited.

What's sexy about men?

As a romance writer and healthy, red-blooded American woman, it is my fate, nay, my DUTY to identify what makes a guy yummy. Not just biological men, but trans men and every other man, too.

Eugene Jaques Bullard, a WWI pilot.

Of course, the whole 6-pack, big guns thing is super tasty, but I want to let men know that they can have a regular guy body and still rock that sex appeal.

1. Pride
Not the deadly sin sort, but the kind that lets another person know that you can overcome adversity and have learned competence. A competent man is a sexy man.

An unidentified Australian WWI soldier

2. Expressive eyes.
I love looking at this photo of this soldier. I see someone who would be willing to tell what he has lived through.





3. Forearms.

 

Yes, I know Jeremy Renner is not a normal sort of guy, but bear (bare! Bare arms! Ha!) with me.

Not every guy has big biceps. But forearms are the Every Man's sexy body part. You don't have to wear tee-shirts, just find a shirt with sleeves and roll those suckers up. It's a good look on *everyone*.



4. Bondage.
 Seriously. Every man looks good in bondage.


Or maybe that's just me....

Nah. 

Wowee!

Pace Smith

I am so thrilled to be a part of Pace Smith's Podcast Wild, Crazy, Meaningful Life!

In my very first podcast ever, Pace, her wife Kyeli, and I talked about the gender

Kyeli Smith

binary, trans issues,writing, spirituality, and Not Shouldn't All Over Yourself. :)

I was crazy honored to be part of these wonder women's lives for an hour.

Wanna hear it?

Right over here. :)

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For those of you visiting my blog for the first time, here's my Amazon page! 

I write smart, sexy, adventurous, paranormal romance novels (if I say so myself :).  Come play in me!

Think James Bond meets Greek Mythology. With consensual sex. :)

A rollicking Cinderella story full of fun, fun sexy goodtimes.

Pornography vs. erotica.

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Seriously, I'm so sick of this discussion. I feel that John Preston, famous gay advocate and pornographer, wrote the last words on this tedious debate back in 1993.

"For as long as I have been involved with pornography, there has been a great deal of pressure to disown it. As I gained some status as a writer, critics and friends invited me to classify my erotic stories and novels as "erotica". There is an attempt to somehow separate some sexual works as being aesthetically or politically more acceptable than other works. People would try to say that my sexual writing - or Samuel Steward's or someone else's - was "too good"  to be discarded as pornography. I disown that distinction completely. Pornography and erotica are the same thing. The only difference is that erotica is the stuff bought by rich people; pornography is what the rest of us buy."

From My Life as a Pornographer (emphasis mine).

Steaming up your spring.

I have a saucy sequel to Vamping It Up in Mind, but it's still not quite right. Until I get it figured out, I think I'll tease you with some parts of it.

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      Holly Barros loved Valentine’s Day. The hearts. The flowers. 
       The emphasis on oral sex.
       “Sit on my face and tell me that you love me.” Lincoln S. Jones, her head of security, clasped her thighs and rolled them over, settling her pussy right on his face. The sturdy table in the Vilnius University Library in Lithuania creaked underneath them, but held firm,
  Holly giggled, actually giggled, until his smart mouth latched onto her clitoris. She gasped and pinched her own nipples. Linc dug his fingers into her butt cheeks guiding her where he wanted her to be.
    

“Delicious,” he moaned around her hood. The vibrations sizzled her overwhelmed nerve endings.

“Harder.” She pushed down on him, forcing his mouth deeper into her wet folds.

       Like a good former Marine, he obeyed her order with enthusiasm and determination. His tongue flicked over her flesh faster than a vibrator. She had no idea how he could move so fast, but she loved it. Holly rode the crest, nearing her orgasm. He snaked a hand between them and shoved two fingers into her sheath. She needed it. She needed so bad she could barely breathe.