Top 15 Reads of 2011

I could not name just 10.  I tried.  
You will see the number in the corner of my
 TOP 5 favorite reads of the year.
All others are in no particular order.  
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Welcome Gabrielle Bisset

I would like to welcome Gabrielle Bisset to the page to promote her newest release
Blood Avenged 
I am everything you desire. I am vampire. 

Powerful and manipulative, Vasilije does as he pleases. A vampire beholden to no one, he takes what he desires, drinking deeply the pleasures this life has to offer.

When one of his own is staked, Vasilije must travel to New Orleans to exact his revenge. There he meets Sasa, a beautiful woman who arouses him like no other has for centuries. Vasilije’s need for vengeance is equaled only by his passion for her, but what he finds in his revenge is just the beginning... 

Novel length book
Adult sexual situations and language





The Importance of Setting

Before I begin writing anything, I know the setting in which the story will take place.  To me, setting is one of the most important facets of a book.  It can set the tone and even become almost like a character itself at times.  

When I began work on Blood Avenged, my newest erotic paranormal romance, I considered setting the story in London.  The main character, Vasilije, appeared in Vampire Dreams, which was set in London, so it definitely was a natural choice to continue with his story in that wonderful city.  But Vampire Dreams had also been set in the Victorian Era of nineteenth century London and Blood Avenged was going to be set in our time, so more and more it appeared that London might not work.

Long before I began writing Blood Avenged, I knew I was scheduled to attend the Anne Rice Vampire Lestat Ball in New Orleans near Halloween.  As I hashed out the story I’d outlined with my editor, it became obvious—Vasilije should go to New Orleans.  It was perfect!

Anyone who’s read Vampire Dreams will know Vasilije fits in perfectly in the deliciously decadent Big Easy.  A hedonist if there ever was one, he believes it’s only right to enjoy life whenever he can.  And enjoy it he does!  He’s pure pleasure, and New Orleans is exactly that.

My trip there was not only enjoyable because of the vampire ball but also because I had the opportunity to do research for the setting of the book, a first for me.  And was it fun!  Every scene in New Orleans is a place I spent time in, such as Bourbon Street (who can go to New Orleans and not spend some time there?), the Garden District, and even the actual cemetery where the climax of the story takes place.


The dark colored tomb in Cypress Grove cemetery stood out from all the other tombs around it, and as soon as I saw it I knew I wanted it to appear in the book.  If you look very carefully, in the upper left hand corner of the picture is the red line street car that runs up and down Canal Street.  It appears in the book too, as does the green line street car that runs out to the Garden District. 


And the enormous tree is also featured in the cemetery scene.  I only saw it during the day, but imagine that whole area around it in the dark of night. Perfect for a showdown between two vampires!


I can only hope that I get the opportunity to do some more on-site research for my future books.  This could easily become the best part about being an author!

Here’s the blurb and a little taste of Vasilije in Blood Avenged: 

I am everything you desire.  I am vampire.

Powerful and manipulative, Vasilije does as he pleases. A vampire beholden to no one, he takes what he desires, drinking deeply the pleasures this life has to offer.

When one of his own is staked, Vasilije must travel to New Orleans to exact his revenge. There he meets Sasa, a beautiful woman who arouses him like no other has for centuries. Vasilije’s need for vengeance is equaled only by his passion for her, but what he finds in his revenge is just the beginning...

Vasilije didn’t bother to turn the lights on once inside. In truth, as a vampire, he saw as well in the dark as humans did in the light. Even more, there was no point in acting like they were going to sit on the couch and talk or watch television.
He knew what she wanted and he wanted it too.
Closing the door behind him, he reached out to her and pulled her to him, enjoying the feel of her body pressed to his. She was so warm. So willing.
Her hands slid over his stomach and chest as she arched up to kiss him. Bending down, his lips grazed hers for a moment before he pulled her closer, wanting what she offered.
Warm and wet, her mouth eagerly pressed against his and her tongue met his, teasing him with the tip. His fangs had slid into his mouth at the first touch of her hands on his body, and each playful flick of her tongue came so close, just missing them. To feel her tongue against his fangs would be heaven.
His hand tightened its grip in her hair and tugged, making her moan into his mouth. God, he wanted to hear that sound again. The sound of a woman needy for everything he could give her.
Sasa slid her hands over his shoulders and pulled him to her, pressing her breasts against his body as she devoured his mouth. Her tightened nipples rubbed against him, exciting him. Instinctively, he slid his hand under her thin t-shirt and plucked at one hardened pearl through her lacy bra, squeezing it gently between his thumb and forefinger as he cupped the fullness surrounding it.
Again, she moaned, making that sound that hit him directly between his legs. Already rock hard, his cock strained against the front of his pants. Whatever his mind may have thought about sleeping with her, his body had different plans.
And then her tongue flicked over the tip of one fang and sensations raced from his balls, up his cock, and through his body.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she seductively slid her tongue over his fang again. She had to know what she was doing to him. She had been a vampire’s girlfriend.
The idea that he was about to fuck the girlfriend of his dead vampire momentarily made Vasilije pull back from her, but the touch of her hands on his stomach made him forget every guilty feeling he had. Looking down, he watched her fumble with the shirt buttons.
“Sasa.”
At the sound of her name, she looked up and even in the darkness he saw the look of desire on her face. In one swift movement, he pinned her hands above her head. Pushing her up against the wall, he leaned into her and pressed his thigh between her legs, feeling the heat coming from her. Slowly, a low growl slid from his throat.
Sasa pushed against his hands, but he wouldn’t release her. Grinding against his thigh, she arched her body toward his.
His free hand lifted her shirt over her head and in seconds she stood before him in only her bra. A quick flick with his fingers and it was sailing to the floor to join her shirt.
Vasilije cupped one supple breast in his hand and tenderly stroked her silky soft flesh with his fingertips. Eager to feel her on his tongue, he bent his head and captured a nipple, quickly sucking it to an excited peak. A moan drew his attention from her tightened pink nipple, and he looked up to see Sasa’s face. Brown eyes clouded over with need stared into his.
“Please let me touch you. I want to feel you.”
Silently, he released her hands and returned to what his mouth craved. She felt so good in his mouth. Each pull made her grind her pussy against his thigh. Her hands raked through his hair, stroking and tugging as he sensually nibbled on her.
Vasilije couldn’t remember when he’d been with a woman who was so responsive. Every spot his mouth and hands visited aroused her, and she seemed to worship his body as she moved her hands from his hair to caress his neck and shoulders through his shirt.
Softly, he grazed her nipple with his fangs and from above he heard her cry out. He stood up and smiled with satisfaction, his sharp fangs aching to sink into her. He was surprised to find not fear in her face but desire—pure desire. Her cry hadn’t been of pain but pleasure.
Was she just drunk or did she realize what he planned to do?
As he studied her in the darkness, she pulled him to her and kissed him with a need that sent a jolt to his cock. His hands made their way to her jeans, and he made quick work of the button and zipper. Only cotton panties stood between him and his goal.
Vasilije slid two fingers under those panties and down through her bare slickness. Sasa wriggled against his hand as her mouth fed on his, her tongue darting in and around the inside passionately.
Bending down to pull her pants off, he whispered in her ear, “Careful, love. Teagan may have been able to control himself when you toyed with his fangs, but I won’t.”
Sasa stood in front of him naked and looking up at him as she licked her lips. Lifting herself onto her toes, she whispered next to his mouth, “You mean like this?” and then slowly ran her tongue over the point of his left fang.
His head thrown back, one thought controlled him now.


To find out more about Blood Avenged, including buy links, visit my blog at http://gbisset.blogspot.com/p/blood-avenged.html

Beachwalk Press Blog Tour


One Day I’ll Write a Christmas Letter
by Stephanie Beck

Now, I’m not one who actually gets my stuff in order enough to put together a thoughtful, cutesy Christmas letter in my Christmas cards. In fact, the season usually gets away from me and I end up sending Valentines after the loving chaos of the holiday season finishes. I appreciate a nice letter, but I fear I read between the lines, especially when I get one from one of the members of my extended family. One year my grandma wrote of my husband and me: “Stephanie and Tanner had a small, quick wedding and are happy.” (In other words, expect a birth announcement sometime this spring). Ha, we fooled her, our daughter was born the week of our first anniversary.

Sometimes I joke with my husband about what I’d put in our Christmas letter. It would go a little something like this:

Dear Family and Friends,

If you stopped by or called once in a while, I wouldn’t have to write you a stinking letter about how our year was. But since I’m writing—and it’s not the smut you wouldn’t be caught dead reading—I hope you’ll enjoy sharing our year’s events.

Our eldest started first grade this fall. She’s gorgeous and brilliant and loving learning and life. She would like me to remind you all not to tease her about boys when you see her. It embarrasses her, and really, how backwoods is it to imply that a seven-year-old girl needs a boy in her life to be happy?

Our newly middle child has no idea she’s a middle child and is as happy as ever. She loves to play and paint and likes to celebrate with random bouts of fist-pumping when she writes a letter correctly. In a happy addition, we now have three imaginary friends in our household, courtesy of her brilliant mind. They all like peanut butter sandwiches, which works for me since I stink at making imaginary filet mignon.

This past winter we were blessed with the birth of our son. You may have received a text at four o’clock in the morning that woke you up—and no, I’m not sorry about that. He’s freaking gorgeous and you know it was worth it to wake up to look. Like his sisters, he’s incredibly smart and engaging and sweet—and completely adored by his mother and father. Oh, and like a good boy, he said “mama” first.

As for me and my husband, we celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary in October—defying most of the family bets out there. Work situations have changed and life with three kids is busy, but I gotta say, the man is as hot as ever. My writing world continues to grow and two of my books are now in print (yes, you can get them at ‘real’ bookstores) and I’m really happy to have found a career that works for me and my family.

That sums up our year, oh so briefly. We’re healthy, happy and in the hands of God. Here’s wishing your family a blessed Christmas and happy holiday season. And, hey, stop by when you’re on your way through town—or even give me a call and plan a day with us. My cookie jar is always full!

Lots of Love,
Stephanie Beck and Family J

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Merry Christmas!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Even before she understood what all the thrusting meant, Stephanie Beck loved reading romance. When the stories didn’t end the way she wanted, writing her own was the perfect solution. From ridiculous humor to erotica, Stephanie loves being transported within a story. When she’s not elbow deep in words, her husband and three children command her attention. After they are sleeping she knits or bakes cookies…or squeezes in more writing.

You can find Stephanie on the web at the following places:

                                          

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BLOG TOUR GIVEAWAY:
Beachwalk Press will be sponsoring giveaways at the end of this blog tour. Everyone who comments on a post will have their name placed in a drawing (be sure to include an email address so we have a way to contact you). On Monday, December 19th we will randomly choose four people who will win a Beachwalk Press eBook of their choice from any of the authors who participated on the tour. The more blogs you comment on, the more times you are entered to win! For a list of all the blogs we will be visiting on this tour, click here: http://beachwalkpress.com/2011/11/beachwalk-press-holiday-blog-tour/

BEACHWALK PRESS HOLIDAY SCAVENGER HUNT:
During the month of December, Beachwalk Press will be hosting a Holiday Scavenger Hunt. There will be multiple winners, and the prizes will include gift certificates, Godiva chocolates, and a Kindle Fire! Visit our website for more information. http://beachwalkpress.com/

Cataclysm is released today.

Happy Release Day C.L. Parker
Big Hugs to you!  Congrats!  
Kerrigan Cruz and Dominic Grayson thought the worst of the storm was behind them. In reality, they have only weathered impossible odds to find they are smack dab in the eye of an unforgiving cyclone. More is on the way. The raging bands of chaos that surrounds them are forcing the destructive walls of the monster to close in around them. Taking on a life of its own, the storm growls and gnashes its teeth, threatening to devour everything they ever were or ever will be. There will be nothing but devastation left in its wake, and it sets its sights on Kerrigan and Dominic.

Through the howling winds and punishing lashes of rain, a stranger comes. The promise of a better tomorrow, a brighter, sunnier life filled with hopes and dreams rests in the palm of his hand. It is knowledge, a formidable weapon when wielded by the right person at just the right time. If she can only harness the power of this stranger’s knowledge, Kerrigan may be able to save the one she loves before he fades into nothingness, and she is left all alone. 

But is this stranger friend or foe? Drawn to her side by an unseen force, will he enlighten Kerrigan or will he seek to claim her for his own? 

Cataclysm: 
Through the darkness of night, Light will lead the way.

Review 5 of 5
Cataclysm is an absolute page-turner! No matter how late the hour or how early you need to get up, you MUST keep reading to find out what happens next! Parker weaves a visual tapestry with her words making it easy to visualize the places and people in her story. I was living vicariously through her characters, wishing I was Kerrigan with her Dominic. Parker gives us wickedly sexy, sizzling hot scenes that tantalize and tease the reader. Hold on to your tissues because there are definitely some heart-wrenching moments as well. This book will suck you in, holding you prisoner to the story until the very end, where you will be blown away by the secrets revealed and anxiously awaiting the third book in the Supernova Saga. Parker delivers, believe me!
--Maureen Morga
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Dear Reader,

Being trapped in a bedroom with a woman is a grand thing. Being trapped in hundreds of bedrooms over two thousand years isn't. And being cursed into a book as a love-slave for eternity can ruin even a Spartan warrior's day.

As a love-slave, I know everything about women. How to touch them, how to savor them, and most of all, how to pleasure them. But when I was summoned to fulfill Grace Alexander's sexual fantasies, I found the first woman in history who saw me as a man with a tormented past. She alone bothered to take me out of the bedroom and onto the world. She taught me to love again.

But I was not born to love. I was cursed to walk eternity alone. As a general, I had long ago accepted my sentence. Yet now I have found Grace--the one thing my wounded heart cannot survive without. Sure, love can heal all wounds, but can it break a two-thousand-year-old curse?   Julian of Macedon



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Welcome Lacey Wolfe

Sometimes it’s the person you least expect who can satisfy all your desires.

By day Amber’s a librarian, and by night she hides away writing erotic romance novels. She has just one problem—not enough sexual experience to pull from. A recent steamy dream leaves Amber wondering if her neighbor Jax might be just the guy who can help her. He seems almost perfect to use as a sexual guinea pig, especially since she doesn’t have to worry about falling in love with him.

Jax has lived next door to Amber for a year and has tried everything he can think of to get her to notice him, but it hasn’t worked. Until recently. When Amber approaches him asking for his help, he’s ready to jump on board. When he learns exactly what kind of help she needs, he’s definitely willing.

Becoming involved with someone like Jax simply isn’t an option for Amber. He barely works, can’t manage his money, and has no ambition in life. So why does he suddenly seem so right for her?

Content Warning: explicit sex



EXCERPT:  

Amber grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled both glasses. She thought about chugging the bottle down for liquid courage, but didn’t know how that would look. Taking the glasses, she headed into the living room and tried to get comfortable and appear sexy at the same time.
Jax came out of the kitchen and took a seat on the couch across from her, still holding a towel as he dried his hands. She had to just get it out or she was going to chicken out. She could tell Jax was anxious to know what was going on.
“Okay, so the reason I asked you over tonight…” She grabbed her glass and took a big sip of wine. Screw it, she needed liquid courage. She drained her glass and set it down. Taking a deep breath, she blurted out, “I’m writing a book.”
“That’s awesome. Did you want me to edit it or something?”
“Um, no,” she replied. “Okay, this is tough to ask. So I guess I should just say it.”
Jax just looked at her, waiting. He looked sexy as hell sitting with his arms across the back of the couch. It was now or never.
“The book I’m writing is an erotic romance.” She studied his face; a slight smirk formed on it. “As you might know, I don’t get a whole lot of male company around here, and well, past experiences have never really left me satisfied, so I don’t have a lot to go on.”
“Are you asking me for porn or something?”
She bit her bottom lip and let out a slight laugh. “No, I’m asking if you would be interested in being a test subject for me.”
Jax lost his smirk and his eyes widened.
“I have a lot of ideas, I just don’t know how they would exactly play out, if you get my drift. I want to try them with you.”
“Are you asking me what I think you are?”
“What do you think I’m asking?”
“You want to have sex with me to help with your book?”
“Yes.” Her eyes locked on his.
Jax stared back, his eyes darkening with passion. Silence stood between them.
“Where do I sign up?” he responded.

It's always been my dream to be a writer. Ever sense I was a child, creating stories has been a passion of mine. I have always said that one day I would be an author. Finally, I am working on this dream of mine. I have two children who have been keeping me busy for the past 7 years. My youngest is starting pre-k this year and I have more time for me and to concentrate on what I want out of this life. So I am picking up pen and paper...well I guess keyboard and screen, and working on this dream. It isn't going to be easy. There will be many ups and downs, but I am ready. I know this dream will come true, my mom told me so, "You can be anything you want to be when you grow up." Thanks mom, here goes nothing!

Winner of The Guardian by Sherrilyn Kenyon


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Welcome Aubrie Dionne


Book Blurb:

Aries has lived her entire life aboard mankind’s last hope, the New Dawn, a spaceship traveling toward a planet where humanity can begin anew—a planet that won’t be reached in Aries’ lifetime. As one of the last genetically desirable women in the universe, she must marry her designated genetic match and produce the next generation for this centuries-long voyage.

But Aries has other plans.

When her desperate escape from the New Dawn strands her on a desert planet, Aries discovers the rumors about pirates—humans who escaped Earth before its demise—are true. Handsome, genetically imperfect Striker possesses the freedom Aries envies, and the two connect on a level she never thought possible. But pursued by her match from above and hunted by the planet’s native inhabitants, Aries quickly learns her freedom will come at a hefty price.

The life of the man she loves.

EXCERPT:
“Might as well stay here and make camp for the night.”

His casual tone stung her composure. How could he talk of such mundane things when they’d almost been captured, when she’d touched him so tenderly?

“We’ll let them get farther away,” Striker explained, reasonable as always. “We’re going in their direction tomorrow.”

The sting of rejection grew, burning a hole in her heart. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Her lips trembled. “Why not kiss me like you did before?”

“I can’t.” He shook his head, and the air cooled between them; so much so, Aries wondered if the desert had turned into deep space.

He’d teased her with such affection before, it was cruel to take it away. “I don’t understand,” she said, wishing she didn’t care, wishing she could stop all the emotions he’d started in her heart.

Aries caught a glimpse of pain etched in the wrinkles around his eyes. Striker turned away and started pulling supplies out of his backpack. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Striker shook his head and Aries prompted, “Can’t kiss me, can’t trust me? What?”

“I can’t allow myself to get tangled up with someone. Not again.”

The thoughts of Striker with another woman confused her. On the New Dawn, everyone had one lifemate and that was it. “You mean you loved someone before?”

Striker’s hand tightened on the backpack. “I trusted someone a long time ago, allowed myself to love, if you will. She hurt me so much I lost my entire life and ended up here. I can’t experience that kind of pain again.”

Aries clasped her hand over her heart. “I’m so sorry.”

He waved her apology off as if it meant nothing. “It’s a tough world, Aries. And it’s dangerous to love. If I were you, I’d keep my heart well-guarded, because you never know when it will affect your decisions, when it will make you weak.”

Aries couldn’t take his advice. Watching him talk about his past made her realize she’d already given up her heart.

He had it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Aubrie is an author and flutist in New England. Her stories have appeared in Mindflights, Niteblade, Silver Blade, A Fly in Amber, and several print anthologies including Skulls and Crossbones by Minddancer Press, Rise of the Necromancers, by Pill Hill Press, Nightbird Singing in the Dead of Night by Nightbird Publishing, Dragontales and Mertales by Wyvern Publications, A Yuletide Wish by Nightwolf Publications, and Aurora Rising by Aurora Wolf Publications.  Her epic fantasy is published with Wyvern Publications, and several of her ebooks are published with Lyrical Press and Gypsy Shadow Publishing. When she’s not writing, she plays in orchestras and teaches flute at Plymouth State University and a community music school.
http://www.authoraubrie.com
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Pimpin' Reads welcomes Lynn Chantale

Five days, three rules, and one sizzling seduction.

Delia has just three rules for dating. First, a man should never assume he’s the only one. Second, he must stick to his scheduled day and time. Third—and most important—no sex. Enforcing the rules has never been a problem until she meets the hottie from the pool. 

Jace has only five days to make every moment count. The more time he spends with Delia, the more he realizes she may be The One. With the clock ticking, he realizes there is only one course of action to take if he wants Delia's heart. Can he convince Delia that rules are meant to be broken?



EXCERPT:  

He rested a large hand against her thigh and brushed lazy circles along the sensitive skin near her knee with his thumb. She inhaled sharply at the sparks zigzagging through her veins.

"So how 'bout it?" Jace smiled. "Commit to one man for the rest of the cruise."

She laughed, tugging off her glasses and setting them on top of her book. "Did you have someone in mind?" A sigh escaped her lips when he inched his fingers higher up her thigh.

His hand stilled. "Yeah." Her pulse raced when he slid his gaze down her body a second time, and his continued touch did nothing to alleviate her predicament.

Delia moistened her dry lips. She should leave before she did something stupid, like fling herself into his arms and demand hot, sweaty sex.

"I should go." She stood, grabbing her book and glasses.

Jace stood as well and clasped her hand. Butterflies took flight in her belly. He tugged hard enough to pull her off balance and she stumbled against him.

"Hot date?" he asked.

Delia stared into his eyes, her heart hammering at his closeness. "I..." She couldn't push any more words across her dry tongue.

"You're just going to run?"

The challenge in his voice pricked her feminine pride and she straightened. She had to let him know she was still in control. "You never said who you had in mind," she countered. Instead of stepping away, she moved closer. Every time she exhaled, her breasts brushed against his chest. Tingles trickled down her spine, but still she didn't step away.

He smiled wolfishly. "I can't believe you haven't figured out who I have in mind."

"I want to hear you say it," she said.

"You do like a challenge."

She grinned. "Who said I didn't?"

"Good, 'cause here's one more." He dropped a kiss on her upturned mouth.