Wednesday, November 26, 2014

You're Welcome

 It’s that time again. The holidays.
I’m more of a spring and summer girl, m’self—a slave to warmth and sunshine. But I do love to sip hot chocolate while eating sugar cookies and watch the snow fall, as long as I don’t have to drive through the drifts of white. I have a strong affection for my Christmas tree and decorations, some of which I’ve had for decades. I don’t bother with outdoor lights because I’d be that person in the neighborhood who leaves the twinkling lights up all year. Yes, those are my people.
What else? Between Thanksgiving and New Year’s I get four days off work with pay. That’s a gift in itself. Which reminds me—GIFTS! Giving and receiving. There’s not a downside to gifts.
I haven’t even mentioned the food. But I will. Cookies, candy, and confections. Some of my favorite holiday traditions are included in Catered Affair, my Christmas story—lavish parties, yummy treats, hot sex and voyeurism. Rewind. What? Since when did hot sex and voyeurism become a treasured holiday tradition? Since now. You’re welcome. 

When you mix a fresh picked coupling…
   Caterers Chantal and Monty have been hired to handle Layton Industries’ annual Christmas party held at the couple’s penthouse apartment. With big dreams and very little money, they’re living on love. When their hosts don’t make it home for the party, a heady serving of desire distracts the freshly engaged pair during the post-party cleanup…
   With a freeze-dried relationship…
   Steve and Alexa Layton find it difficult to connect anymore. They’ve spent so much energy and time on achieving financial security, they’ve forgotten what it feels like to be young and in love. When their flight is grounded during a snowstorm, it brings their disconnect to a boil…
   Toss in a little spice…
   When Steve and Alexa catch their caterers’ after party romp via their online security camera, will it be the ingredient they need to repair their marriage?
   …and this catered affair is one they’ll never forget.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Slumber, a Beyond Fairytale

Today’s the day, peeps! Slumber is available across the internet!
I’m so thrilled to be a part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales. I’ve always loved fairy tales from the time I was young. Some of my favourite memories are of reading the book of fairy tales our parents had gotten us when we were young, or watching Jim Henson’s  The Storyteller on VHS video cassette (I know, how retro!). Growing up, I also enjoyed rewriting fairy tales, putting my own spin on classic tales like The Seven Swans, St George and the Dragon, or Beauty and the Beast.
When I learnt of Beyond Fairytales, I jumped at the chance to rewrite another tale. I was assigned The Glass Coffin, a Grimm fairy tale I was unfamiliar with. A quick look on the internet later, I was armed with the knowledge of a plucky young tailor defeating a bear, a stag, and an evil magician to free a missing princess and become a king. Next, I set about making the tale my own. The tailor became a man holding a political position second only to the king, the missing princess lost on an extended Tour amongst the people. The tailor is sent to fetch the princess home, and neither of them expected the other to be the one person they cannot live without...
Below is an excerpt from Slumber. I hope you enjoy!



The Tailor has been tasked to find the princess...
Upon decree from his king, Sebastian, Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa, embarks on the mission to fetch the Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal Tour over. He didn't expect to find her working with clockwork and gears, encased within a coffin of glass. He did not expect the sight of her wild black hair to set his heart to pound, or the flash of her dark eyes would heat his blood. He did not expect he would want her so badly, not when he could never have her.
The princess must become the Queen...
Thalia has always known she must return to the capital to prepare for the throne. She did not expect her father to send the Tailor to fetch her, or that this man with his extravagant clothes and subtle cosmetics would intrigue her so well. There was something about him, something that spoke of danger and secrets, even as his wicked mouth and knowing eyes made her yearn.
However, not everyone desires the princess's return. When they are attacked, they can only turn to each other. Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love for all time?
Fantasy Romance
Amazon: AU | US | UK

~ Excerpt ~
The discordant note of a missed strike rose from the coffin, followed by a terse mutter. By the Maiden, was the princess cursing?
A sudden, terrible thought occurred. Was it the princess? Surely she wouldn’t curse as if she was a dockworker Maybe his source had lied about the gear worker being the lost princess. Maybe this wasn’t her at all, and he would spend another three months trying to find the erstwhile royal.
No. If it killed him, this would be her. He was not going to waste any more time on this.
So decided, he intoned, “Princess,” in the clear, strong voice he used to quell conversation.
The woman in the coffin—the princess, damn his eyes—started, and a loud clang split the air, immediately followed by one of those deliciously vulgar curses. Pulling out of the coffin, she glared at him.
His breath strangled in his throat. Heat stormed through him, his cock hardening in his too-thin breeches.
Thrice-damned god, but she was arresting.
Wild ebony hair escaped from the band holding it back while furious black eyes pilloried him, full lips pursed in displeasure. Her worker’s clothes revealed more of her form than they should, the homespun shirt opened to the middle of her breast bone. The undyed fabric seemed too rough for such fine skin, the dull off-white hue a contrast with her dusky flesh. The brown leather harness of her trade nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts, while trousers outlined full hips and long legs, the latter encased in knee-high boots of soft brown leather capped with steel.
Quite insanely, he wanted to taste the damp skin revealed by her shirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
She had to be the princess. Only royalty could deal such a stare.
“Doing?” he said.
She folded her arms beneath her breasts. He tried not to notice how her action plumped her flesh deliciously through the leather. “Do not come into a workroom and startle a gear worker, especially if she’s wielding tools that could harm her, the object she works on, and your fat head once she recovers herself.”
“My apologies, Princess.” He offered his most charming smile and ignored how the darkening of her scowl made him harder. “I am the tailor, and I have been sent to fetch you home.” 

Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SLUMBER, is part of Decadent Publishing’s wildly popular Beyond Fairytales, and features Cassandra’s take on the Grimm fairy tale, The Glass Coffin.
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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Monday, November 24, 2014

Winter on My Mind

 By Tara Andrews

First, let me be up front, I’m not a winter type of gal. It’s my least favorite season. By now, I’m sure everyone heard about the snowpocalypse that hit Buffalo last week. When I see pictures of all that snow it makes me shudder.Crazy!
In my little corner of New York, we’ve only received one light dusting so far. That I can handle. But since winter is inevitable, I tried to come up with five things I do look forward to about this season. I only came up with three (sorry!):

***My kids’ excitement when it snows. They love it (can they really be mine?). My husband will take the snow blower and plow a maze in the backyard for them to run around in—and they have a blast. I love watching them play.
***The holidays. For my family, we’re looking forward to Christmas and New Year’s Eve. Each year we host a sleepover kiddie New Year’s Eve party for our kids, niece and nephews. It’s a fun night of silliness and karaoke.
***Hot chocolate. What better way to spend those I’m-not-going-out-in-that days, than sitting on the couch drinking hot chocolate and reading a good book.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
I’m sure she means this in a more philosophical,“light at the end of the tunnel” way, but it seems an appropriate reminder that nothing lasts forever—including winter. :)

Rachel Turner made a mistake—a couple, in fact. Ruining a surprise meeting with the front man to her favorite band is just the beginning. But agreeing to switch places with her famous sister may spell the end of both of their careers. With rumors flying and an unexpected invitation from Madame Eve, Rachel hopes she can put the mistakes behind her.
Attending an event to support a charity close to his heart, Mark Travis wasn’t looking for love, or even company—and definitely not with a fan. But when he puts in a hasty bid at a silent auction and wins the services of 1Night Stand, Madame Eve has something different in mind. A single evening with a woman she claims can fulfill his needs. But one night might not be enough.
Come morning, will Mark and Rachel’s unexpected one-night stand give them more than they bargained for?

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Friday, November 21, 2014

What are You Thankful for?

by Deanna Wadsworth

I have had a scary couple of weeks. When I blogged last, I was in sunny beautiful Aruba. It was the first vacation my husband and I have had in years, and should have been epic. Unfortunately, there was a dark cloud hanging over us the entire trip because out first dog, Bailey was quite sick. She’d spent a few days at the vet’s because of pancreatitis. She came home right before the trip and we believed she was on the mend. But while we were gone, she had a terrible relapse. She made it until we came home, but she was weak and not eating.
Miraculously, last Wednesday, three days after we returned, Bailey decided to eat. We thought it was a rally, which was why we let her eat an entire Hershey bar....and before you say anything, I’m not a moron. I know chocolate is bad for dogs, but she had been lying unmoving in her bed for NINE hours and we thought she was dying.
Then something changed.
She wanted my chocolate acai candies.
And she ate them.
Then she ate corn chips.
She ate her sister’s dinner, too.
And it all moved thru her digestive system properly....aka she pooped it out!
Now she is eating and gaining strength.

So you know what I am thankful on the official release day of my latest THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE book?
The in and out game, as we call our dogs’ insistent game of wanting inside then outside ten minutes later. I’m happy about dog poop. A cocker spaniel getting under my feet and almost tripping me while I am cooking. Barking at midnight to go outside. Dog teeth snapping at me when I give her a biscuit—she has always been a greedy pig and I am happy as hell to have that energy back.
Now that my dog is better, I can even look back on my Aruba vacation and forget the sad moments, and remember the delicious taste of Balashi beer and mahi mahi on the pier, the sight of iguanas everywhere, and the romantic moments with my hubby. Maybe vacation wasn’t epic, but it was pretty damn good, after all.

How about you guys? With Thanksgiving right around the corner, what are you thankful for? 

Ivan has the bad luck to be the only elf at the naughty North Pole with fruitcake-flavored cum—and he’s not telling anyone. When fellow elf Jimmy hits on him, Ivan fears revealing his secret and losing a chance to have a real relationship with the sexy elf.
After all, everybody hates fruitcake!
Danni's wife Sheila is the Head Chef at the North Pole. Unfortunately, while Sheila hunts for the perfect recipe for fruitcake, she neglects her wifely duties. So when Ivan tells Danni about his dilemma, she devises a plan to solve both of their problems.
Can these two girls help Ivan realize he is perfect just the way he is? Will Danni's wife perfect her fruitcake recipe with Ivan's special ingredient? But most importantly, will Ivan have the courage to take Jimmy up on his offer?

A soft hand caressed mine. “Why don’t you like Jimmy?”
Naturally, Danni wouldn’t let it drop. “It’s not that,” I answered. “I like him a lot, actually. That’s the problem.”
She shook her head, her long black ponytail swaying. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
“Of course you don’t get it.” I brushed a lock of silky black hair off her brow. Her bangs were always falling in her eyes, and she didn’t flinch from my familiarity. “You’re perfect.”
Grinning, she said, “Well, that’s obvious. But it still doesn’t explain why you say you like Jimmy, yet you ignore all his advances.”
“Because I don’t know if I should do anything about it. He’ll just end up being disappointed.”
“I’m still going to go with, that makes absolutely no sense.” She gave me a head to toe once over. I managed a smile when she tipped back to take in my ass and give me a whistle—she was such a flirt. “You’re gorgeous, Ivan. And you’re funny. You forget I’ve seen you take care of those pathetic earthbound reindeer.”
“They’re not pathetic.”
“See what I mean? All the other Dökkálfar in the stables prefer to work with the flyers. But not you. You’re kind and patient. A real caregiver. So I ask you, what would Jimmy have to be disappointed about?”
I squirmed in my seat, unsure if I should tell her, but desperately wanting to. I had not breathed a word of it since I’d arrived, preferring to have my choice of lovers, rather than be laughed at like I had been in my hometown. But something about the sincerity, the kindness in Danni’s brown eyes made me feel like I should trust her. Like it was finally time to tell someone the truth.
“Because I taste like fruitcake.”

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Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.