Monday, November 24, 2014

Mommy's Been a Bad, Bad Girl--Guest Eva Siedler

Rough hands glided over her calf, forging a fiery trail up her leg before falling from her skin. She moaned at the loss, begging for the sweet sting of his palm on her—

“Mom, can I have a Popsicle?”

Does this sound like any romance novel you’ve ever read? Yeah, well, me neither. And it sure wasn’t in the parenting brochures.

My friends would tell you that I’m a big fan of sex. A huge, massive, epic kind of fan. But most of my friends are writers. We tend to exaggerate. I won’t deny that I love me some lovin’, but it stopped being the scream-out-loud kind somewhere between “It’s positive!” and “Will he ever stop crying?” At least for the most part.

Every parent has their horror stories about getting busted in the buff. If you have children and it hasn’t happened to you yet, never fear: It will.

My boys are seven and nine. We haven’t had The Talk yet—praise be—but I’m sure it will sound a lot like when my brother got the crash course from the seven-year-old tramp down the street.

He looked up at my parents, hands clasped before him, unmasked hope burning in his wide hazel eyes.

“Please, please tell me you’ve never done that.”

Dad shrugged. “Well, son, I don’t know what to tell you. You’re here, aren’t you?”

My poor, disillusioned brother shook his little head.

“I am so disappointed in you.”

Now, here’s the thing. My parents could have taken that to heart, stifled their love to keep from “disappointing” us further. Or maybe they couldn’t have; I swear they’re part bunny. But they didn’t. They laughed and continued to gross us out with their constant make-out sessions. Hell, they still do.

Some people might say that’s irresponsible parenting. All I know is they were never crude, and my brother and I never had to worry that they would wind up divorced. They wore their love for one another, love on every level, for anyone to see.

So, to all you parents out there who pale at the thought of being interrupted in the middle of a spank session for a Popsicle or who live in fear of your toddler going Hulk and busting down your door, I say perfect the art of the quickie and buy a sturdy lock. Life’s too short to get your panties in a bunch about your sex life. Your sex life’s a lot more fun without the panties, anyway. Don’t let the passion die when that little stinker sniggers on the other side of that locked door and says, “Sounds like Daddy’s getting a spanking.”

Turn to your partner in crime and whisper, “No. But Mommy’s been a bad, bad girl.”

Eva Siedler was born in Columbus, Ohio to parents who enjoy the kind of epic love most people only read about. She didn’t inhale books or scribble stories in a notebook during study hall. Because writing necessitated reading. And she HATED reading. Every paragraph was a battle, and she couldn’t seem to stay awake through the first ten pages. It wasn’t until her own love story unfolded and a colicky baby started keeping her up at night that Eva discovered what good fiction can do for the soul. Writing wasn’t the path she imagined. It’s the path she was born for, and so much better than she could have dreamed.

Coastal Airlines mechanic Sebastian Brisbane is on his way to Las Vegas to fix a broken jet. But after one look at his sexy, travel-sized seatmate, he’s more concerned with revving her engine than fixing the plane’s.

Clara Howe will do anything to fulfill her aunt’s last wishes to have her ashes spread in Vegas. A one-night stand isn’t on the itinerary, but when Clara accidentally pricks Sebastian’s temper, along with his passion, only one thing is certain: It’s bound to be a bumpy ride.


$3.50 $2.45 at Samhain Publishing, but only through this week!

Monday, November 17, 2014

Will Work For Coffee

I'll tell you a "Not So Secret" about myself.

I'm an addict.

If I don't get don't want to be around me.

I need it.

I have to have it in the morning first thing. And then I have to have it when I start to twitch again around 2 or 3 in the afternoon.


I'm talking about coffee. Geez, gutterminds. What did you think I meant?

This month is NaNoWriMo. A few years ago I wrote what would eventually become the book to the right --->

This year, like every November, along with those 50,000 words in 30 days, there are family birthdays to attend, huge high-calorie feasts to consume, and Christmas music to try and avoid. (bahhumbug)

I have to really work to keep myself on track.

I know I have lots of friends that will check in on me and see how I'm doing. They will ask me if I have done my word count for the day, and I don't like telling them no. Having my word count on display for all the world to see is embarrassing, but I can still get the procrastination bug.

The only sure way I get things done is to want to do it for me, and to get myself motivated I bribe myself.

This month I'm rewarding myself with what I'm addicted to.


I found a great little company that developed "The World's Strongest Coffee." Of COURSE I had to get some of this stuff. Death Wish Coffee Company is a small business that makes FANTASTIC coffee. (Awesome gifts if you are doing some holiday shopping too.)

Best Coffee EVAH!

It was my reward when I hit the 25,000 word mark on my NaNoWriMo novel.

The best part of my reward is that I get a little taste of my accomplishment every morning. Along with clearing the cobwebs and letting me form coherent words from my mouth hole, my coffee now makes me smile.

My reward gives me energy to get more words on the page. It's a win win situation if you ask me.

If you are participating in NaNoWriMo feel free to buddy up with me (I'm Roxy Mews on

What do you do to keep yourself motivated?

Comment and chat with me below. I'll check back later. Right now...I'm off to earn my next reward.


Monday, November 10, 2014

Back Door Santas and Kinky Clauses

In my eternal quest to be a permanent resident on Santa’s naughty list, I’ve gotten it into my head to write another dirty Christmas book. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it. Now as some of you may know, I’m a bit OCD about having to soundtrack all of my books, so I thought I’d share some of the gems that have helped put me in the proper holiday spirit.

This song pretty much sums up my hero. Also, it’d make a great title for one of “those” adult movies...

The title says it all.

These last three are EXTREMELY NSFW. I apologize for nothing.

I don't remember the original having these lyrics.

So wrong on so many levels. Okay, I totally laughed through all of it. >.>

An instant Christmas classic.

                                                                  Coming Soon

‘Tis the season to be naughty...

The only thing worse than the annual office Christmas party is attending the stinkin’ thing alone. Refusing to consign herself to that fate yet again, Marissa Wagner throws her normally sensible self aside and does what any newly adventurous—okay, desperate—woman in her shoes would do—she hires a male escort. But when he arrives for their pre-party introduction her situation goes from problem solved, to one holy whopper of a complication. Her paid-for dream also her best friend’s brother.
Trig Campbell has been in the escorting biz long enough to realize there’s a risk of being set up with someone he knows. Never in a million years did he count on that person being Marissa. Out of all of Jane’s friends, Rissa’s always been the less wild of the bunch. Now that fate’s in his corner, he’s more than game to help her explore her bad girl side and play out every kinky fantasy they can. Getting past her doubts is no easy feat. Fortunately he knows a thing or two about cranking up the carnal heat, and soon he and Marissa embark on a week-long intensely erotic journey that leaves them both shaken and craving more. 

As their time together draws closer to an end, Trig is haunted by a question he’d never expected to face. What possible future can a gigolo offer a woman like Marissa? And can he let her go when the time comes? 

Warning: This book contains a player well-versed in the fine art of sin, a good girl who’s about to find out how delicious it is to be bad, enough kinky uses for a candy cane to make an elf blush, and verifiable proof that Santa does indeed come more than once a year.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Those Pesky Clothes--Why I like Writing Vampires

photo credit: Chuckumentary via photopin cc
So I have the first book in a new series coming in 2015 (Heart Mates, April 28 and I can't wait to show you the cover!!) that features an ex-witch and an alpha wolf shifter. Writing it, I was really getting into it, great plot, lots of fun and lots of sex...until I came to the first time they tried to go sub-clothesa, as it were.

I had to keep track of each item of apparel, whether it was off, on, or askew. Had she removed his T-shirt? Had he? Jeans...briefs...SOCKS???

Coming November 11
Vampires are so much easier. A 100-year-old vampire in my Biting Love universe can just blow his body into mist--and the clothes drop through.

Vampires, at least the kind who can mist or magic clothes away, are the closest thing to a zipless encounter as you can get.

Which reminds me...check out my latest misting vampire. Aiden Blackthorne was turned in the early 1800s, kidnapped as a boy, and trained to be an assassin. Present day--the smooth assassin meets bumbling Sunny Ruffles, a cop who keeps trying to arrest him. Hilarity and hotness ensues.

Another great thing about vampires? Magic tongues.

For healing. Their saliva heals wounds. Geez, what did you think I meant? ;)

Assassins Bite available for preorder now
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Assassins Bite (Biting Love, Book 8) 
Only her light can burn away his shadows. 

On her first night as a police officer, Sunny Ruffles takes down three felons…only to be attacked by a gang of vampires who are a whole new level of hurt. Then a mysterious shadow man intervenes, saving Sunny before he disappears. She runs after him, telling herself her pursuit has nothing to do with his sharp, stubbled jaw, his powerful shoulders, or his sexy-as-hell, kissable lips.

 Rescuing the humans makes Aiden Blackthorne late for a critical meeting with the vampire Nosferatu’s daughter. Yet clompy, bumbling Sunny draws him back like wild honey. He kisses her, and he’s almost got her down to her underwear when a bomb meant for him explodes.

The last thing Aiden wants is to drag Sunny into his hellish conflict with Nosferatu. But Aiden’s a loner whose only friend has mysteriously disappeared, and the woman who smells and tastes like his mate is the only backup he has left. He’ll need her, everything he is, everything he was—and everything he might have been—to defeat his evil master and claim the love he never dared hope to have.

Warning: This book contains shadowy assassins shooping off vampire heads, cops bumbling in at the worst of times, and opposites attracting, colliding, and exploding in lust—a.k.a., explicit fighting, humor, and sex.