Saturday, July 4, 2015

Moon Crazy

When I first started Moon Crazy, the idea was that I’d write an erotic romance that appealed to men. It would be graphic, visual, and have a hero who lived on the edge. As I started writing it, I thought, "this will be too gritty for women," but beta readers who were women told me otherwise.
A reviewer had this to say: “You know this man is terribly confident—and a wee bit crazy—to even consider putting these two women on the same deck, but that swagger makes him entirely irresistible.”   ~  Heather Bennett

   So, does Jace have swagger or is he moon crazy?
   Of course there were some bits that ended up on the cutting room floor. After my second round of edits, I was going through the manuscript and came across this lovely section. It stopped me cold. I was like, “D L, what the heck were you thinking?” The comments attached to the cut, are actual comments to my editor. I thought you might like a peek at an authors editing process and the things that sometimes go through their heads during this stage of the production:

***Unedited section***
Quadraxians lived in domes beside the ocean and in the shallows. Every night the tides came up and anywhere from fifty to a hundred feet of water would cover the domes. During the full phase of the moons, the domes remained covered for several days, but since they were all  self-sustaining, it didn’t cause issues. Special processors extracted air from the oxygen rich sea water. Fish-like creatures provided the bulk the proteins  and since most  Quadraxians had indoor gardens within the  biospheres, they had variation in an otherwise carnivore diet. The dome-dwellers could go for years without coming out of their dwellings if necessary.

Many of the homes  bored into bedrock several feet below the ocean floor, giving them subterranean rooms. Tara’s had three levels. Her bedroom she kept above ground—his below. The sides of her home were wrapped with glass while the top consisted of a a concrete-like material, stronger and lighter than the Terran version and air and water tight when she shut the vents.

She had a room the level below hers, where she could free dive if she chose. Open to the sea, she need only jump in to go for a swim. Since Quads had gills, Tara improvised with a breathing apparatus if she needed to go out at high tide. She was never stranded or stuck, but rarely went out after dark. Nobody went ashore at night.
The domes served two purposes. The first was protection from the violent storms that plagued the planet. The round shapes resisted high winds. Hail bounced off them and water washed around them and over them like stones in a river. They were also anchored deep and created in a manner that they were air tight and submergable. This was the other reason the communities were built on the oceans and beaches.

The second was to avoid the other residents of the world, carnivores, who were strictly nocturnal because of their translucent skin and inability to tolerate the light from the radiant star. And they enjoyed humanoid flesh. Terran, Quad, they didn’t care. They also couldn’t swim. Since light was coming in, he could leave now, but decided to shower before going.

Author comment about section:  “Wow, little bit of exposition here. You want me to cut this? Nothing is really pivotal to the plot going forward, and I just realized I dumped all over this story here. It’s nice to have details in sci fi, but I don’t think it’s necessary, and damn...just damn. Smack me upside the head when I do this shit, will you? LOL”

I hope you’ll check out Moon Crazy, my naughty little erotic science fiction story. But until then, enjoy this snippet:

Jace cracked an eye. Warm morning starlight streamed in through the glass behind him. The light illuminated Tara. She looked so innocent while asleep, and, truth be told, he could watch her for hours when she slept, but it wasn’t safe to let his guard down. Sometime during the night, he’d made the mistake of falling asleep in her bed. Good thing she hadn’t woke first.
She’d had a room built into her dome, for him, when he came over on occasion. After they’d had their fill, she wanted him to go to his room to sleep off the night until the ocean receded and he could leave without something eating him.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at him. Beautiful aqua irises glowed in the light, their almond shape accentuated with a thick fringe of lashes. She studied him, her lips parted and swollen from her activities the night before. Her platinum hair glowed around her like a halo, taking his breath away. How he missed waking up next to her. He didn’t want to admit it, but he stilled loved her.
Unfortunate she didn’t feel the same way. It had been a long while since he’d spent the night in her bed, and, this time, only by mistake. A smiled tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Jace cocked a brow. Well, she looked friendly. Perhaps she wasn’t upset about him staying in her bed. No reason not to be social. “Good morning.”
The heel of her palm struck him in the breastbone, sending him reeling off the hovering platform, all flailing arms and legs, tangled in the sheet.
Jace hit the floor with a thud. “What the fuck.”
“What did we decide about you sleeping in my bed?”
“Damned harsh for a man who launched your rockets all night.”
“You have your own room.” 

Have a great Fourth of July, weekend!

D L Jackson

Thursday, July 2, 2015

RELEASE DAY! The Diamond Series Box Set by Cassandra Dean

Hi peeps,

I’m so excited to announce today is the release day for The Diamond Series Box Set! It’s my very first box set, and I’m so stoked to share it with you all. This set combines two of my favourite tales,
ROUGH DIAMOND and FOOL’S GOLD, and are set in the old American west. I must admit, I was a bit hesitant to paddle around in the Western pool, but I had such a blast I’m glad I got over my apprehension! I love the no-nonsense frontier ladies, the uber-sexy, duster-wearing cowboys and the romantical nature of people forging into the great unknown. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them!


Stop on by the Diamond Saloon, where devious Englishmen blithely charm sceptical saloon owners and where voluptuous singers archly tease the strong, silent type. Enjoy these two sexy tales from Freewill, Wyoming.

Owner of the Diamond Saloon and Theater, Alice Reynolds is astounded when a fancy Englishman offers to buy her saloon. She won’t be selling her saloon to anyone, let alone a man with a pretty, empty-headed grin…but then, she reckons that grin just might be a lie, and a man of intelligence and cunning resides beneath.
Rupert Llewellyn has another purpose for offering to buy the pretty widow’s saloon—the coal buried deep in land she owns. However, he never banked on her knowing eyes making him weak at the knees, or how his deception would burn upon his soul.
Each determined to outwit the other, they tantalize and tease until passion explodes. But can their desire bridge the lies told and trust broken?

Christmas Eve, the Diamond Saloon is empty of its people, and Pearl la Monte has a hankering to retire early. A pounding at the Diamond’s door rids her of such a fool notion. Her irritation rises when she sees the prissy, polite-like Garrett standing outside.
Ethan Garrett has a powerful need to gain succor. When the saloon’s voluptuous redheaded singer scowls at him from the threshold of the Diamond, he doesn’t stop to think on how his ire at her has disappeared. Or how he just wants to spend some time in her company.
When a blizzard storms in, trapping them, will they spend their time arguing or find their irritation for each other disguises something more?

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Excerpt from ROUGH DIAMOND:

Lifting the glass, Alice studied its contents. “There is nothing quite like the enjoyment you get from a good whiskey. There’s the look and color of it, and the way it burns in the light.”
“It’s the same color as your eyes,” Llewellyn breathed, his own wide and empty of thought.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. That’s right. Fool me into thinking there’s not an ounce of calculation to your words. “Is it? Mighty kind of you to notice.”
A happy grin was her response.
Well now, she was surely going to enjoy this. Setting her own half-smile, she tilted her glass, watching as the whiskey caught the light of the candle. “Have you ever noticed the feel of glass? It’s smooth against your fingers, and though the whiskey burns you, the glass is cool. It seems strange, doesn’t it? That such fire could come from something so cool.”
Intensely aware of his gaze upon her, she brought the glass to rest on her bottom lip. “You lift the glass to your lips, and all that coolness rests upon your flesh. The scent of the whiskey hits you, sweet and fiery. Your mouth waters, and you can’t wait to have it inside you. Slowly, so slowly, you tip the glass, teasing yourself as long moments in want of its taste stretch unbearably.”
He no longer wore a smile. Dark eyes watched her as strong fingers dug into the glass before him.
A prickle washed over her skin, her heart a steady beat in her chest. With hushed voice, she continued. “Liquid slides down your throat. The flavor explodes inside you, a glorious rush of sensation that overwhelms and consumes. You curl your tongue, enjoying the lingering sensation in every part of your mouth. Then, you look at the bottle.” Finally, she met his gaze direct. No subterfuge. No tease. “And you know you can do it again.”

Excerpt from FOOL’S GOLD:

Turning on her heel, Pearl marched off toward the stairs.
A weird kind of panic jolted through Ethan, one he’d never felt before in all his days. It was…he didn’t…. She couldn’t leave him. “Where are you going?”
She whirled to face him, her irritation plain. “I was seeking my bed before your arrival, and now I’m seeking it again. Help yourself to whiskey this one time. I got better things to do.”
Shoving to his feet, he strode to her. “Don’t just walk away when we’re discussing things.”
“We ain’t discussing nothing. You’ll be down here, waiting out the blizzard. I’ll be in my bed, doing what I was gonna before you arrived. That’s the end of it.”
Taking a step, she made to leave him. Again.
He grabbed her arm. “Don’t leave me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Glaring at him, she stood before the bar, her magnificent hair slipping from its pins, her breasts rising and falling.
Abruptly, his mouth went dry. Clearing his throat some, he said, “You’re supposed to offer succor to those in need.”
“We’re closed, remember?” Paint-less lips pressed tight together, she glared up at him.
They were so close he could see the faint marks of freckles on her skin.
Pearl La Monte had freckles.
A kind of haze came over him, tightening his skin and bringing with it something all-fired powerful and completely unstoppable. All the years he’d known her crashed through him, all the times she’d flirted with him and meant something else, all the times he’d seen her perform on stage and wished he could have held such fire.
Grabbing her upper arms, he hauled her against him and, ignoring her shocked gasp, he covered her mouth with his. 

Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SILK & SCARS, is book 3 of her popular Silk Series featuring law-loving peeps and their happily ever after. Her next novel will be SILK & SCHOLAR, book 4 of the Silk Series.
Cassandra is proud to call South Australia her home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and creates her next tale.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Will’s Roosevelt Beans

Infiltrating her Pack

Black Hill Wolves

By Dominique Eastwick

Amazon || BN || KOBO || ARe

The mysterious and intimidating lone wolf, Z, has returned to Los Lobos. Descended from a long line of gifted yet secretive shifters known as Infiltrators, his people are the spies of the shifting world, rarely seen and harder to track.

Ripley Greystone has a big problem—her pack is Alpha-less and a local coyote band knows it. The safety of her pack rides on trusting Drew, the new Alpha of the Black Hills Wolves. But, admitting the reason for needing his help isn’t something she’s quite ready to do.

Drew senses there’s more to Ripley’s request to join his pack than what she leads him to believe. There’s only one way to know for sure—send an Infiltrator to spy on Ripley and her pack.

Forced to infiltrate her pack to discover its hidden secrets and protect it from the coyotes determined to claim the she-wolves for themselves, Z finds more than he expects—all the while fighting the need to claim Ripley as his mate.

A hairsbreadth divided them, and it took all the willpower he processed to fight the building desire to pull her into his arms. Her breathing quickened, and as he gazed into her blue eyes, her raw sensuality forced him deeper into the cavernous pit he’d fallen in when he’d first seen her.
The words came out on a whisper. “You feel it, too, don’t you?”
“This attraction?” Z raised an eyebrow.
            She closed her eyes. “It won’t work. I have secrets you could never understand.”
“We all have secrets,” he said then gave in to his animal nature and claimed her lips, though touching her nowhere else. He burned himself into her, forcing her to recant her words of denial.
It will work. He didn’t know how, but he didn’t think he could walk away from these feelings again. Having ensured the Greystones posed no threat to the Tao Pack, he could make his top priority the safety of his mate. His second would be to figure out the logistics of having a mate not of his pack.
Her deep groan rumbled through him, and every thought but Ripley faded. Passion swirled and something new, something different…something more, accompanied by a fizz running along his spine and through his nervous system, charging his powers. The urge to howl grew.

About the Author

Award winning author Dominique Eastwick currently calls North Carolina home with her husband, two children, one crazy lab, and one lazy cat. Dominique spent much of her early life moving from state to state as a Navy Brat. Because of that traveling is one of her favorite pastimes. When she’s not writing, you can find Dominique with her second love…her camera.

Connect with Dominique:

Twitter : @DominiEastwick

Will from the Black Hill Wolves book Infiltrating her Pack is highly talented in making a meal that has any wolf or human licking their lips. So today I bring you his recipe for Roosevelt Beans.

1 pound hamburger
1/2 pound bacon, chopped into 1/2-inch dice
1 medium onion, chopped into 1/2-inch dice
1 (16 oz) can pork and beans (He likes the maple best)
1 (12 oz) can kidney beans
1 (12 oz) can lima beans
1 (12 oz) can butter beans
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup ketchup
3 tablespoons cider vinegar
1 tablespoon prepared mustard
salt and fresh ground black pepper (to taste)
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.

Fry hamburger and bacon together; saute onions with meats. Do not drain. 

Stir in canned beans (it’s up to you if you want to drain the liquid from the canned beans. No liquid=Thicker beans) and remaining ingredients. Place in a large, oven safe container. 

Bake in 325 degree F oven for about 45 minutes.
Serve and Enjoy. Depending on the stomachs you are feeding it should feed 6 to 8.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Duty, Honor, Love

 By Angela S. Stone

It’s here! It’s release day. I am so very, very excited to be here today talking about Duty, Honor, Love!!
I am in love with this series’ main character. Jaden Black. She’s a sexy and mysterious telepath with a heck of a secret and one amazing power. This book is told entirely from Cameron’s POV, but in the original draft it was about 50/50 being told from each of their perspectives.  Jaden’s mind is a bit chaotic so I abandoned her perspective and stuck with Cam (Who doesn’t love a hunky cop anyway?). Jaden is a dynamic, incredibly smart, often sassy detective; she worked her way up through the ranks with determination and sheer will power! I’m excited to say that in book 2, Duty, Honor, Sacrifice, we actually get a small hint as to what being Jaden must be like! And yes, I am crazy I’m already onto book 2 as book 1 is just rolling off the presses. Duty, Honor, Sacrifice, features two characters from this book (I’ll let you guess which two!) and their story is one you don’t want to miss!
I often have people ask me the inspiration for this series. How does one create a slightly alter contemporary world? I think for me it’s the fun in imaging, What if we could read people’s minds, what if we could move a glass with our minds,  answer our cellphones with-out moving a muscle, what if we could control our dreams, or someone else’s?  I love watching trashy TV it’s a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, (and it makes for good background writing noise). What if someone really can talk to the dead [And as Jaden loves to point out, Medium’s don’t exist—or do they?]. I guess you’ll have to read to find out what awesome powers the characters in Toronto’s Elite have. In the meantime here is a special preview of Duty, Honor, Love!

Cameron Olsen believes in three things: the duty to his badge, the honor of being a police officer, and the love he has for his partner.
As a member of Toronto’s elite Special Investigations Unit, he has the privilege of working with Jaden Black, a powerful but naive telepath. As they hunt down a child rapist and killer, the case takes an unexpected turn, Cameron questions his badge, his profession, and who exactly his partner is, and what she’s been hiding from him.

“You can’t eat him, Paul.” Jaden’s panicked voice filled the cave.
The green dragon turned to look at the black dragon hurrying toward them. She stood on her hind legs, and Cameron could see she wasn’t all black. A green starburst the exact color of Jaden’s eyes splashed across the dragon’s chest.
“You should be resting,” Paul admonished.
It made perfect sense to him the black dragon with the green star was Jaden.
“I was cold,” she explained.
“Go lie down. I’ll be there once I take care of our guest.” He tried to give her a small push with his tail, and she reacted by raising her spikes.
“I told you, you can’t eat him!” Her deadly spikes swished to and fro with menace.
The green dragon sat on his haunches. “I wasn’t going to eat him. I was going to show him to the door.” He gestured toward the opening to the cave with his shorter forelegs, doing his best to appear innocent.
Cam watched in amazement as Jaden, the dragon, grew in size until she towered over the green one. “Do not lie to me, Paul! You were going to eat him.” Smoke curled from her nostrils.
“Now hang on a moment. He’s an unwanted visitor here. We cannot have people like him here, luv. They’re dangerous.” Paul, the green dragon, stared at Jaden.
“He’s not dangerous. I brought him here.” She shuffled closer to him, spreading out her wings to shield him.
“How could you bring him here?” Fire shot from the green dragon’s nostrils. He flinched and leaned in close to Jaden, convinced they were both going to be barbequed.
She fluttered out her wing, protecting him from the fire. “I didn’t mean to bring Cameron here, Paul. It was an accident.”
“Cameron. He’s Cameron?” He reached out with his broad green wing and lifted Jaden’s black one. “So, you’re Cameron.”
“Yes.” He hid behind the black dragon’s large hind leg, protecting himself from Paul.
The green dragon leaned in a few inches, regarding him with large yellow eyes. “Well then, why didn’t you say so?”
Jaden ruffled her wings, and slowly she decreased her size to normal. She nuzzled Cam with her snout. “I’m glad you stayed.”
“Dragons?” This all seemed a bit much. He felt calm, but the logical part of his brain screamed something wasn’t right, this wasn’t real.
Jaden smiled, or at least he thought it was a smile—her teeth were large and pointy. “It’s my natural dream guide. Come.” She folded her wing out and picked him up, tucking him into her side. She moved to where Paul had settled, waiting for her.
Paul sniffed Jaden. “I suppose you want him to sleep with us.”
“He’ll be cold.”

He huffed, smoke curling out of his nostrils. “Fine, we’ll sleep in a proper bed, then.”

Author Bio:
Angela S. Stone is a twenty-something Registered Nurse living in Ottawa, Canada. Angela finds inspiration in real life personal events for her books, often writing about issues she’s experience in her life. She is a proud Canadian and an even prouder girl from back east. She thoroughly enjoys writing novels featuring character that live in or are from the Maritimes. She’s recently met Mr. Right and when she’s not occupied with him she can be found hanging out at her local Bridgehead writing. She spends her free time advocating for minorities and persons with disabilities.