Reef’s Guardian will be here soon!
Sep 7, 2011 
Filed under: book release, D/s, erotica, excerpts, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter
Reef’s Guardian will be here very very soon. Here’s a little taste…..
Blurb:
Brett Leland serves as the director of an underwater research station located near one of the world’s last healthy coral reefs. His life’s work is focused on protecting the reef and discovering why it has remained healthy as others are failing. But his university plans to sell the research station, and someone is trying to sabotage his final mission.
Setiwan Maramis is one of the legendary shape shifting guardians of the reef. He’s been watching Brett since the scientist first came to the station, and he wants Brett as both an ally and a lover. He is forbidden to reveal himself to humans, but when an enemy puts Brett’s life in danger, Setiwan follows his heart rather than the dictates of his people.
Excerpt:
“We can’t destroy the station.” Setiwan paced the length of his father’s office. Being on land too long always made him restless. He needed to get back in the water that afternoon even if only for a swim.
His father shook his head. “If the station falls into the Stanley Corp’s hands, we’ll have no choice.”
Seti fought the urge to yell. Why wouldn’t anyone listen to him? “If we fund a research team, the university won’t sell it.”
“Possibly. They may simply want to be rid of the burden.”
Seti sank heavily into one of the upholstered chairs in front of his father’s desk. He glanced out the window but from this angle a matrix of tall buildings blocked his view of the beach and the ocean beyond. “There are still enough humans who care about the environment to raise an uproar. The academics don’t need more bad press. Not if they can get the money elsewhere, at least that’s what Dr. Leland thinks.”
His father arched a brow. “You seem quite enamored of Dr. Leland.”
Heat crept into Setiwan’s face. He didn’t want to discuss his interest in the researcher with his father. “He’s an excellent scientist, and he’s passionate about reef conservation. He would help us protect the reef.”
His father frowned. “He’s human.”
“So are most of the people who work for you.”
“They’re in our land-based offices, not on the reef. If we let the humans work with us underwater, they are certain to learn our secrets and that –”
“Is forbidden by Guardian law.” Setiwan just managed to keep from rolling his eyes. “I know. You’ve been quoting these laws to me since I was a toddler. When those laws were made, the current levels of pollution and climate change were unimaginable.”
Setiwan’s father sighed. “True, but I can’t make a unilateral decision to change our protocols.”
Setiwan squeezed his hands into fists. Why was his father so damn reluctant to take charge? “Who can change the policy if not you? You’re one of the most respected and powerful Guardians. You’re in a position to fund research which could help the reef and even transform other reefs whose Guardians have renounced their duties.”
“I will not simply ignore the laws that have guided our people for centuries.”
But he could if he wanted to. Few Guardians had even half his power or his business sense. He’d started ExploreSafe and made it into an internationally respected company providing environmentally friendly equipment for diving and marine research. His father still worked out of the original office in Indonesia, but they now had offices in Australia, Japan, and the US. His father wanted the Guardians to have resources and contacts in the human world. Why wouldn’t he use those now?
His father tapped a pen against his desk. Setiwan looked up, his attention back on the man in front of him. His father spoke again. “Imagine what would happen if knowledge of our abilities got out.”
Setiwan frowned. That would be disastrous. He could see the headlines now, ExploreSafe CEO Practices Witchcraft, Businessman Claims He Can Change Form. And yet, what choice did they have if they were going to save their reef? “We have no way of knowing how much worse the situation will get. We may reach a point where we no longer have the power to keep our reef healthy. My energy is drained daily simply from counteracting the effects of pollutants and overly warm waters.”
His father tapped the end of a pen on his desk, a rare show of agitation. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”
“I want you to give the university enough funding to keep the station running and let their researchers work hand in hand with us to protect our reef and others in the region.”
His father frowned. “I can’t promise you that, not without more evidence that these researchers are trustworthy.”
Setiwan barely kept himself from grinning. His father hadn’t said no. He was actually considering his idea. What his father didn’t know was that Seti had extensive knowledge about Brett Leland’s research as well as the work of other research teams who’d spent time on the station.
Every time a new group of scientists arrived, Seti waited until they were all asleep and entered the station through the moon pool. He checked on the animals they’d taken from the reef and read through their records to ascertain their research goals. If their test subjects weren’t being properly cared for or their motives weren’t pure, he made sure little things went wrong, nothing to harm the humans but enough to hassle them and make them less likely to want to return.
The last time Brett Leland had come below, Setiwan took his explorations further. He’d crept into the station’s bunk room and watched Brett sleep. He couldn’t explain why the man called to him, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself from leaning down and brushing the man’s lips with his own. Brett had groaned, a low soft sound that had Seti stroking his cock and wishing he dared take his explorations further.
“I’ll go on board and talk to them.” Setiwan’s heart pounded. No other Guardian would dare make such a statement to his father. Hiding from humans while underwater was the number one Guardian law.
Hump Day Eye Candy, September 7
Sep 7, 2011 Filed under: eye candy
Hump Day Eye Candy, August 31
Aug 31, 2011 Filed under: eye candy
A very lickable cowboy!
Guest Blogger: Monika Krasnorada
Aug 30, 2011 Filed under: guest blogger
Today I welcome Monika Krasnorada to my blog. Monika is a good friend and an awesome author so grab some coffee or tea and settle in to learn more about her. Monika, tell us about your latest story.
At this time, I am still a newbie. I have had only one release, the novella “Fragile” that was included in Dreamspinner Press’ Daily Dose Anthology, “First Time for Everything”. And, that was a fluke, let me tell you. A friend suggested I send in a story I had written and it was one of those ‘holy crap’ moments. A writer I admired thought I should ‘go for it’? What a boost to the ego that was. So, I did and hello! They accepted it. I’m still on cloud 9. : )
I’m currently working on two novel-length stories. It’s slow going, but I’d rather take my time and do my very best the first time around and hopefully not have to re-do the entire thing in edits.
What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?
I love m/m. I’ve been writing in the genre since I was about 13. I used to write fanfiction before I even knew there was such a thing. LOL And, I always, ALWAYS put my guys with other guys. It wasn’t a conscious decision on my part and at that age, I’m not entirely sure all I knew about that kind of relationship and what it entailed, but it just seemed right to me…natural. It just made sense to me.
I have written m/f, as well. Actually have just submitted a 100+K m/f novel and am now anxiously waiting to hear back about it. It’s a special story to me and I am hopeful it will be accepted even due to the fact that it doesn’t have an HEA. But, I figure, life doesn’t always end that way and why not reflect that? (Doesn’t help the nerves, though) 😛
Do you have a favorite character from one of your books?
Actually, I do. In the novel I am working on now, there is a character named Leo MacGregor. He’s this bigger than life guy. You know the type, drop-dead gorgeous with a Scottish burr (could you not just die?). But, his past is a secret, and he’s been hired to provoke and root-out some very unsavory characters. In the process, he’s met a man that he will have to betray. It’s amazing to watch him open up and feel things that he hasn’t been allowed to feel for a long time. To watch him realize there is more to life. He’s just a doll.
Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tired yet but you’d like to explore?
Hmmm, I’m not sure. I don’t intentionally write anything, so I guess I am at the mercy of my muse. Whatever he decides to have me show, I’ll do it to the best of my ability.
How do you make time in your life for writing?
That was definitely a problem over the summer. This year has been the first that I have really tried to be a ‘full-time’ writer and I didn’t realize how much I took my alone time while the kids were in school for granted. So, I wasn’t very successful on the writing front over the summer. Now they are back to school, and I those kid-less hours are completely devoted to writing. Well, when RL isn’t kicking my ass, that is. 😛
What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?
I’ll read anything. Contemp, sci-fi, paranormal. Just one stipulation-it has to be well-written. I do have some favorites that are have-to-have’s no matter what: Aleksandr Voinov, Hank Edwards are my tops in the m/m genre. Of course, I am a sucker for the BlackDagger Brotherhood and love JR Ward.
If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?
Living where I do, it’s almost a sin not to spend any ‘off time’ in the mountains. So, that is probably where you would find me. Pack up the kids and the hubs and wind up at Cades Cove, have a little picnic and hike or explore the cabins there.
Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.
Friendly, resolute, goofy, imaginary, fragile, silly
Describe the perfect meal.
A perfectly rare piece of prime rib with fresh horseradish, spicy Spinach Maria, a fluffy baked potato with a little butter and grilled Romaine. Simple but the most delicious tastes. Yum. Is it dinner time yet? : )
If you were a dessert what would you be and why?
I would have to say Chocolate Lava Cake. Not quite done on the inside. : )
Fragile by Monika Krasnorada
Blurb:
Dr. Andy Jameson considers the job of team physician for a regional college football team to be the perfect prelude to a specialized residency. But tending to injuries suffered during the brutal, full-contact sport is nothing compared to the injury he inflicts upon himself by falling in love with the ruggedly handsome head coach, Erik Sheridan. Andy’s content to love from afar until he literally sees the writing on the wall—a message hastily scrawled on the coach’s bathroom mirror—and realizes his last night on the job could be just the beginning of a life with the man he loves.
Excerpt:
“Doc, you look as tired as I feel.” His voice was deep and scratchy, as if he had been talking too much, though it was probably due more to the emotional overload. He nodded his head toward the stack of papers lying on the desk in front of Andy. “You about finished there?”
Andy’s head bobbled like one of those dolls as he continued to stare up at the man standing in front of him. He must have looked like an idiot, but he was too tired to care. These were the last few moments he’d be in the coach’s presence, and he was going make the most of them.
Andy cleared his throat when he noticed the half-smile the coach had on his face, bringing him back to reality.
“I just need you to sign off on them, here.” He began shuffling the papers nervously, searching to put the ones on top that needed the coach’s signature.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the coach’s big hand clasped his shoulder. “Bring them inside; we’ll take care of them.”
The warmth of the Coach Sheridan’s palm remained even after he turned to head into his office, leaving Andy to snatch up the papers and follow him.
“It’s been a helluva day,” Coach Sheridan offered, closing the office door as Andy followed behind him. The coach hung his suit jacket on the back of his desk chair before collapsing into it with a heavy sigh. He shoved his fist through his salt and pepper locks, pulling on them in complete frustration. “A helluva day.” He laid his head back against the leather of his seat, his eyes closed, every line of his body echoing the tiredness that was etched onto his face. “That was a career-ending injury.” His voice was barely audible, stretched thin with pain. “Just a kid and his dream could be over.”
This was one of the aspects of the coach that made him so attractive to Andy. Beyond the rugged good looks and the swagger of a man who was keenly aware of his appeal to those around him, he had compassion. To the outside, these players were nothing more than athletes chosen to increase the odds of the team making it to a post-season bowl game, but to those who were lucky enough to see inside the locker rooms and to be present at practices, these were the coach’s kids.
In his late forties, and having never been married, he took these players under his wing. He was always there for them to lend an ear, offer support, to give advice. Those kids looked up to him, and the mutual respect they had was the reason the football team played so consistently well.
Andy didn’t know what to say… what to do. He sat down in the opposite chair, forgetting the papers for now. “Is that what they said?” he asked quietly, wishing now he had gone to the hospital too. A lot of truth was in what the doctors didn’t say.
The coach sat up with a groan, rubbing his hands roughly against his face, as if trying to fight the exhaustion he had to be feeling after such a long day. “You know how doctors are.” His smirk made Andy’s stomach flip. “Cautiously optimistic, they say. But you saw it, hell, we heard it, out there on the field. If the surgery is successful, you know how fragile that knee will be from here on out. This was his last year, this was his last game….” He left the thought hanging as he reached across the desk for the papers awaiting his signature.
“Lot of lasts happening tonight,” he offered quietly as he absently signed off on Andy’s reports without even reading over them. “ Not a great send-off, is it?” He smiled, signing the last one and putting his pen down before deftly pulling his tie from around his neck. “You are now no longer an employee of the university.”
“Well, not the Athletic Department, that’s true.” Andy offered a tired smile. “It’s been great working with… the team. And, you, of course, working with you.” He stumbled over the words, nervously working them in. He mentally shook himself, but it was hitting him—this would be the last time he’d be in the presence of Coach Sheridan.
The last time….
“Yes, great.” The coach gave up a killer smile, slapping his hands on his thighs before he stood up. “And what kind of bon voyage has this been? We need a drink.”
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Giving An Alpha Male the Partner He Deserves
Aug 29, 2011 Filed under: BDSM, D/s, erotica, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf
I love alpha males. I fell in love with the romance genre in my teens as I devoured book after book with big, dominating dukes, earls, knights and Civil War soldiers. As paranormal romance grew in popularity, I discovered that werewolves and vampires make delicious alpha males, too. But the problem with so many of these late 80s/early 90s romances were the heroines. I loved these books when I read them but when I think back on many of them now, I realize that many of the heroines were TSTL (Too Stupid To Live). Pathetic simpering little things, just the type who would turn her ankle in high heels while running from a chainsaw wielding zombie.
Almost every story I’ve written whether m/f, m/m/f, or m/m has an alpha male hero. Their characters call to me and fuel my fantasies but I always fear sticking them with a TSTL partner, something they certainly don’t deserve. Nor do I believe such a pairing could last. The perfect partner for an alpha male whether he be gay or straight is someone smart and sexy and willing to stand up to all that dominant energy when necessary. Alphas don’t need doormats but rather true partners. An alpha male’s partner’s personality shouldn’t be overshadowed by the alpha. When I read a romance, I want both people in the relationship (or all three if it’s a ménage) to be equally interesting even if I chose the book for the delicious alpha.
I hope that I’ve succeeded in giving my alphas the partners they deserve. Officer Wolf of Savage Wolf sets his sights on a deer shifter. But Natalie is no missish little herbivore. She is a strong, sexy woman who knows what she wants and asks for it. She outsmarts Wolf numerous times and makes sure he knows that she is his equal even if she wants to be his servant in the bedroom. Read an excerpt below.
In Sex on the Hoof, the sequel to Savage Wolf, Drew Danvers is a dominating vampire detective who could easily overpower a weak-willed partner. But deer shifter, Jason Fleetfoot. is a perfect match. He’s nearly as strong physically and as a forensic chemist he has skills that Drew admires. Jason isn’t willing to simply be a bloodslave for his vampire lover. He wants a true partnership. Read an excerpt here.
Excerpt from Savage Wolf:
I’m Wolf, Officer Aidan “Wolf” Savage. I’m a werewolf. But unlike most of my kind these days, I’m one of the good guys even if I do scare the hell out of most people the first time they meet me.
I’m a damned good cop. If I’m tracking a criminal, he doesn’t stand a chance of getting away. I love the chase, the takedown, the chance to be scary-as-hell, but there’s one thing I hate about this job: stakeouts.
That’s what tonight is all about, sitting in a hot, muggy car, eating doughnuts and watching the woods for signs of life. Man what I wouldn’t give for a beer right now. And a warm house and a warm woman. OK, that train of thought isn’t doing a damn thing for me. Because my partner and I are stuck right here, until we see something, or the sun comes up.
Jacobson, my partner, crushes his paper coffee cup and tosses it in the bag that serves as a trashcan. “I so don’t want to do this shit tonight.”
I don’t think his comment deserves a response so I take a sip of my own coffee, which is damn near empty too.
Jacobson stares hard at the fence outside his window. “Do you actually think we’re going to see anything? Anyone could have dumped those bodies by the park. Why would they come back now?”
We’re parked along the outer perimeter of City Park. In its heyday it was a place for city residents to relax, have a picnic, get some exercise, and remember what trees actually looked like. When the economy went south, the city stopped maintaining it. Now it’s an overgrown eyesore used primarily by the homeless, drug addicts, and kids looking for a thrill.
The department is constantly getting complaints about the vermin that thrive in the undergrowth, both animal and human. But recently, the volume of calls about trouble in the park has increased, and two teenagers were found dead at the park’s northern gates last night. They’d been shot, execution style.
I take another sip of coffee before responding to Jacob’s questions. “We’ve had too many complaints and none from the usual suspects. Something’s up.”
“Gang initiation?” Jacobson suggests.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
His eyes narrow. “You smell something, don’t you?”
I nod. Under the smells of sex, beer, and greasy food, there’s an odd chemical odor. I can’t place it, but I’m certain it doesn’t belong in the park. It hadn’t been there a few months ago when I’d pulled the short straw and been sent to run off a bunch of kids who’d come out here to party.
Before I can describe the smell to Jacob, I hear distant footsteps pounding the pavement. “Someone’s running this way. Someone fast.”
Jacob nods. I doubt he can hear a thing, but he’s learned to trust my non-human ears without question. A few seconds later, a woman comes into view. She’s wearing a sundress and a pair of high-heeled sandals so I doubt she’s running for her health. Not that any sane woman would be in this part of town at night.
She has straight, reddish brown hair that swings past her waist. Her heavy round breasts are barely contained by her dress. Long shapely legs reach out for the ground, making my cock sit up and say hello. Her strides are so long she’s practically leaping.
She’s moving faster than any human should be in shoes like that. The wolf inside begs me to chase her for the sheer thrill of apprehending such a hot piece of flesh. But my cop instincts tell me this woman is our key to what’s actually going on in the park.
Jacobson reaches for the door handle, but I lay a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Not yet.”
“She’s not out for an evening jog, Wolf. Someone’s chasing her.”
“Exactly. And we need to know who and why.”
Jacobson frowned. “While letting her get killed in the process?”
I know my partner’s right to protest, but my instincts tell me to take the risk.
The whine of a motorcycle engine grows louder. The woman runs past us and reaches the entrance to the park at the end of the block. The motorcycle driver guns his engine. He’s only a block away. I watch as he pulls out a gun.
“Now?” Jacob asks.
“Now.”
We exit the car and scale the fence, dropping down into the park, making our way through the thick undergrowth until we see the path. The motorcycle turns into the park and blows past us.
The woman darts into the woods up ahead. As she disappears, I swear I see the upraised white tail of a deer.
The driver fires a shot into the woods. Jacobson raises his gun and aims for the bike’s tires. He misses. My heart pounds. If my instincts were wrong, if this woman died because I hesitated, I’ll never forgive myself.
Suddenly an enormous stag leaps out of the woods directly in the motorcycle’s path. The driver swerves. The bike falls on its left side, crushing the driver under it, as it skids to a stop.
My werewolf speed brings me to the carnage ahead of Jacobson, I touch the driver’s neck, checking for a pulse. Nothing. He’s dead.
I turn toward Jacobson and shake my head. The deer lies several feet ahead, his legs twitching. I ready my gun to put him out of his misery, but I stop cold when his scent hits my nostrils.
Jacobson reaches for his weapon. “Shouldn’t we –”
I hold up my hand signaling him to stop. “He’s a shifter.” I start to tear off my uniform, preparing to shift. Now I know why I’d seen a white tail disappear into the woods. The long legs, the hair the color of a deer’s fur, the superhuman speed. Our runner’s no more human than I am. I turn to Jacobson. “Call this in and get us some backup. I’m going after the woman.”
“Wait,” he calls, but I’m already in my lupine form. I breathe in the scents of the night, damp leaves, warm earth, a few rodents. Then I catch her scent, deer mixed with the delicious musk of sweaty human female. My wolf salivates, eager for a chase.
I keep my nose low to the ground until the scent grows stronger. My ears prick. I can hear her breathing. I’m close. So close. She’s hiding, but I know I’ll flush her out. I wait for several long seconds.
She bursts from a tangle of bushes twenty feet or so ahead. And the chase is on. I tear after her, my wolf rejoicing in the freedom to run, to chase, to catch. But while my wolf is hungry for deer meat, my human side is hungry for this female in a whole different way.
I’m closing in. Her scent surrounds me. Sweat and fear and… whoa… sex. Bambie is as turned on by the chase as I am. Maybe this interrogation is going to be a whole lot more fun than I’d imagined.
Sweet Treats: Pecan Pie Cupcakes
Aug 26, 2011 Filed under: recipes, sweet treats
My daughter thought these would be the perfect back-to-school cupcakes so we made them this week and they were amazing. They’re my favorite of all the new cupcakes we’ve tried lately. The pie crust cut outs that we put on top were supposed to be leaves but we didn’t have a small leaf-shaped cutter so we used a duck.
The Frosting
1 cup heavy cream
1 cup dark corn syrup
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup cornstarch
4 egg yolks
1/4 tsp salt
4 T butter
1 tsp vanilla
Stir first six ingredients together in a saucepan. Cook over medium heat until boiling, stirring very frequently. (I often play fast and loose with directions that say “stir constantly” but this mixture sticks fast!) Allow to boil for a minute or until thickened. Take off heat. Stir in butter and vanilla. Lay plastic wrap against the surface and chill in refrigerator for at least three hours.
The Cake
1 cup butter
1.5 cups sugar
4 eggs
3 cups flour
3 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 cup milk
2 tsp vanilla
Preheat over to 350F. Cream butter and sugar in mixer. Add eggs one at a time, mixing after each addition. Sift dry ingredients into a medium mixing bowl. Add vanilla to milk. Add dry ingredients alternately with milk, starting and ending with dry ingredients. Mix until thoroughly combined. Fill lined cupcake cups 2/3 full. And bake 12-15 minutes.
The Toppings
1 cup toasted pecans
Pie crust rolled out and cut into leaves or other small shapes and baked at 450 for 5-10 minutes or until lightly browned.
Coming Soon: Reef’s Guardian
Aug 25, 2011 Filed under: book release, D/s, erotica, eye candy, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter
In just a few weeks, my latest m/m novella, Wet: Reef’s Guardian will be available from Changeling Press. I don’t have cover art yet, but I’ve got a nice picture of a wet man to get us all in the mood 🙂
Reef’s Guardian by Silvia Violet
Brett Leland serves as the director of an underwater research station located near one of the world’s last healthy coral reefs. His life’s work is focused on protecting the reef and discovering why it has remained healthy as others are failing. But his university plans to sell the research station, and someone is trying to sabotage his final mission.
Setiwan Maramis is one of the legendary shape shifting guardians of the reef. He’s been watching Brett since the scientist first came to the station, and he wants Brett as both an ally and a lover. He is forbidden to reveal himself to humans, but when an enemy puts Brett’s life in danger, Setiwan follows his heart rather than the dictates of his people.
Hump Day Eye Candy, August 24
Aug 24, 2011 Filed under: eye candy
I do so love hot guys in torn jeans.
Guest Blogger: Cynthia Sax
Aug 23, 2011 Filed under: erotica, guest blogger, men in uniform, paranormal, shapeshifter
Cynthia Sax is my guest today and she’s got quite a suprise for us. She’s managed to snag a few minutes with three very intriguing officers of the law…..
Three very large men in uniform stride into the suddenly smaller interview room. They grab metal fold up chairs, carefully positioning themselves in front of Cynthia so they don’t touch each other. The chairs creak as they sit down.
Officer Wright: Fuck, Sarge. Give me some breathing room, will you?
Officer Sarge: Go to hell, dog lover. (shuffles his chair farther away)
Cynthia: Okie dokie then. Thank you all for coming here today. We will—
Officer Drake: Why the hell are we here? (folds his big arms in front of him) You do fuckin’ know that the bloodsuckers are draining school kids dry as we speak, don’t you? Every minute we’re here, people die.)
Cynthia: (feels guilty) Ummm…this will only take a couple of minutes.
(The officers glance at their watches)
Cynthia: You’re all part of the Protect and Serve series—
Officer Drake: Lies and bullshit. Next question.
Officer Wright: (grins) Mr. Tough Guy over there (jerks a thumb in Drake’s direction) is banging a bunny though.
Officer Drake: At least I’m not fuckin’ the dog. (mumbles) Damn appropriate expression for the incompetent asshole.
Officer Wright: Dogs are fierce, and—
Officer Drake: She’s a beagle! What’s she going to do? Lick the perps to death?
Officer Wright: (face grows soft) With that big sloppy tongue. Hmmm…
Officer Drake: (rolls eyes) If you get a hard on, asshole, I’m leaving.
(Sarge leans toward Wright.)
Officer Wright: (shoves him away) Fuck, Sarge. Give me some fuckin’ space. That blood demon’s creepy styles rubbing off on you, or something?
Officer Sarge: He isn’t rubbing me. (voice high and squeaky) I’m not gay!
(Drake and Wright stare at him)
Cynthia: About Officer Savage—
Officer Drake: He’s okay. Next question.
Officer Wright: Good cop.
Officer Sarge: Very rugged.
(Drake and Wright stare at Sarge)
Officer Sarge: Tough, I mean tough.
Officer Drake: (looks at watch) Time’s up. (stands) We’re done here. (the other officers get to their feet)
Cynthia: I have a few more questions… (watches them file out the door)
Officer Drake’s story is told in Badge Bunny. Officer Wright’s story, Legal Beagle, will be released in September. Officer Sarge’s story has not yet been written. And you all know that Officer Savage appears in Silvia’s Savage Wolf.
Thank you Silvia for hosting me here today. Does anyone have any questions for the boys in blue?
Great Reviews for Sex on the Hoof!
Aug 22, 2011 Filed under: erotica, m/m, men in uniform, paranormal, review, shapeshifter, vampire
I’m ecstatic about these great reviews for Sex on the Hoof!
5 Stars from The Romance Reviews: “I loved Jason Fleetfoot and Drew Danvers together and separately. They were hot, exciting and I really cared about where their relationship was going. With this being a short read, the plot was well developed and their relationship did not seemed forced as the author had them having known one another and also very aware of each other.”
5 Kisses from Top 2 Bottom Reivews: “A Vampire and a Deer Shifter. How can you not want to read this? I love my vamps, so any chance I have to read about them I do, but I have never heard or read about a Deer Shifter!”
4 Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews: “Protect and Serve: Sex on the Hoof is a delightful and cheeky romance between to unlikely men who end up happier than they thought possible. There was fun exploration and heartfelt skin on skin to appeal to erotic readers.”
