Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Warning - may cause sudden orgasm

Romance writers behave badly even when they want to be good. Even those of us in towns so small, we only have two stop lights. Blueberry Festival is “The Big Event” in my little town. People from all over the state visit for Blueberry pancakes and all the festivities. A couple years ago, the Wine & Craft Beer Tasting event was added to schedule. A friend worked it last year and I jumped at the chance to work with her.  Wine tasting was my parents’ hobby and I spent parts of my childhood summers in wineries. I gained knowledge and appreciation of wine. Put that along with spending an evening hanging with my best gal pal would add up to a good time.
Author Mary Quast & pal, Kenda




Kendra and I arrived at the entertainment tent and were assigned a promotion table of semi-sweet, semi-dry table wines. She was given two different kinds of Chardonnay. I was given a bottle of Menage a Trois Silk. We were given information sheets for each bottle. 





The Winemaker Notes read much like a synopsis of an erotic romance.

Orgasm in a Bottle?
“Lose yourself in the sensual pleasures of Menage a Trois Silk – a smooth, seductive red blend that caresses you with every sip. With its bright, red ruby hue in the glass and alluring fragrance of dried violet and berries, Silk beckons, promising an unforgettable experience. Succulent cherry and ripe raspberry flavors mingle with delicate hints of rose petals and toasty spice, and glide gracefully across you palate like liquid silk. Seamless and lustrous, Silk is the lavish, luxurious encounter you’ve been craving.

Wait… are we talking about wine or foreplay?


Using phrases such as “the gossamer texture is sensually appealing”, “not the feminine creature on may imagine”, “a bath of melted chocolate”, "smooth as silk drifting across skin" are definitely intriguing. The bottle should have a warning label, “Warning. May cause a sudden orgasm.”

Perhaps if I run out of stories to write, I may take up writing sensual promos for wine companies.

Nontheless, Kendra and I knew we were in for a night of fun. We giggled over the info sheet until our “wine man” came over to our table. A tall, young man in his twenties guided us through special features of Kendra’s wines. Then he picked up my bottle.

“Ah, Menage a Trois,” he held it admiring the deep red color. “Do you know what it is?”

At that moment, Kendra and I almost spit out the wine we were sipping. He raised an eyebrow and looked at us as if he missed the joke.

“Of course I know what it is.” I stifled a giggle. Kendra had to turn her back to us. “It’s a dry red wine.”

“Yes it is!” He seemed impressed that I knew.

“It’s also a good wine to lick off of someone.” I said matter-of-factly. Kendra was close to coming unglued.

“Pardon?” The young man obviously missed my comment due to the DJ doing a sound check at that moment.

After a short, not so serious conversation, the wine rep sadly informed me that most people wouldn’t like my wine and I shouldn’t expect to go through an entire bottle during the 5 hour event.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” I smirked.

By the end of the night I emptied three bottles to many folks anxious for a taste after being filled with wonderful images of sipping the wine while eating chocolate sitting by a fire in fireplace. However, some of my friends who I can use strong visual suggestions, were interested in how the spice in the wine becomes more prominent while being liked off warm skin. I informed them that kind of taste test must be done in the privacy of their own home.

Give it a try. I dare you.

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Romance Author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively.

 With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. Quast is one of the original writers for the 1 Night Stand Series published by Decadent Publishing. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.




Alien Mates

Even aliens need love
They came to earth as boys fleeing from a dying planet, that was destroyed by the enemy. Now they only needed one thing to make this home. A mate.

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Soul-bonded

Cal was the enforcer for his king. How was he supposed to know his mate would walk down the alley he was in when he was doing his job.

Paige was on her way home when she took a shortcut. The male she saw was enough to make her cream herself for days until she saw him kill someone. Now she was on the run because she knew he was hunting her.

He hoped that she would instinctively run to his brother since she couldn't run to him. 

It didn't take Cal long to figure out that his enemy marked Paige for death in her youth. Now they must both go to the mating trial to not only break the bond they have but to give Paige a chance at a life that would soon come to an end.


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Rylan's Heart

Rylan's spent years being abused by the enemy. The last thing he wants is to bring his fractured mentality into a relationship.

Avianna's daughter is being targeted by something she knows isn't human. The only one who may be able to help her is Rylan, but he wants nothing to do with her.

Time is running out for both of them and they are sent to the mating trial to prove they aren't a match.

The enemy is targeting the children and they better make a decision soon or the person who matters the most will be dead.

The enemy waits for no one.


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Gabe's Destiny

Gabes suffered a mental torture in the dark that no one knew about. After all these years he's ready for it to be over.

Taya's being pursued by a madman, he's determined to make her pay for a crime she never committed.

All it took was one kiss to connect her to a male she doesn't deserve. She'd rather go through the trials to break their union than to tell him the torment she lives with.

They better hurry because if she dies, he dies with her.

Her path is catching up and vengeance will belong to someone. Will the victim or the perpertator come out on top?

The truth isn't always easy to swallow.


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Colun's Passion

Colun brought his charges to earth and raised them like they were his son's. Now he's past his prime and feeling it. There will never be a mate for him.

Sara raised her daghter and did her best to forget about the past. Who wanted a woman with a little gray on top when they could have a younger one. Refusing to feel sorry for herself she took a trip to the mall to get some younger clothes. She never expected to run into Colun.

Sara was calling his name and he couldn't resist. He told himself he was too old but right now he didn't care.

The enemy had also spotted Sara and he wanted her, for dinner. Now they were racing against the clock to save her life. There was a possibility of love and more, but only if they could run the gauntlet of the trial.


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Joaquin's saving grace

Joaquin was the product of two worlds that hated each other. His two halves were in a constant war and they were tearing him apart.

Grace was born with a curse over her head. In a few days, her world would become one of flames. How could she ever ask Joaquin the one male she had been looking for all her life. To join her in hell.

He wouldn't give her up even if it meant dying sooner. Now the two of them were caught in a death spiral. The only chance for their survival was going through the trial. Unfortunately, the trail wasn't as forgiving as those around them.

Sometimes the best you could wish for was death.


















Monday, August 21, 2017

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Sunday, August 20, 2017

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Damaged
By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Erotic Romance with Suspense Elements

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Blurb:

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts...

Mace Walker can't wait to get home.

Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he's faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn't belong there!

Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.

Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace's sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn't anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi's and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.

Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.

Excerpt:

As Mace Walker slid the key into the lock, an immediate sense of relief washed over him. He hadn’t been home in…Hell, forever. Even though he owned the house and considered it his home, he felt like a stranger when he opened the front door. He chucked his keys on the table by the door with a sigh. He’d been home for a whole thirty seconds and restlessness already ate at him.
The house was quiet, and he wondered where his sister was. Probably sleeping, dummy, since it was—he glanced at his watch—freaking one in the morning. Most normal folk slept at this hour. But then, he wasn’t normal. He couldn’t be to do his job.
But, he couldn’t do his job right now, anyway. He’d been forced home to heal. Against his wishes.
Fucking bullshit.
The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light. He still knew the house well enough. He made his way to the stairs where he dumped his duffle bags on the floor and ran a hand through his too-long hair.
Those two small duffels held little evidence of his life for the past couple years—just some toiletries and a few basic items of clothing.
He turned toward the kitchen, and the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He blinked against the harsh light, and a young voice rang out from the top of the steps. “Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.”
What the fuck?
Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story colonial, excited after not seeing him for the past two years. Actually, more like one year, eleven months, and fifteen days. Not that he’d counted.
But instead, he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint, it looked like a model 27, a .40 caliber—a compact, but still a decent sized gun in a very small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Damn.
He’d dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies—from drug to porno rings—and had managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised while burglarizing his house when he happened to come home? The cruel irony made him want to laugh. Instead, he did as instructed. With caution, he raised his hands above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway were hidden in shadows.
If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe he was the one in command. The Glock didn’t have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid’s fingers twitched from nervousness.
Not a good sign.
Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t been in the house. And if it had been, it would have been locked up in the gun safe.
If only he could see the boy’s face. He needed to see the eyes. Without seeing those, Mace couldn’t even begin to predict what the kid would do.
“Don’t you dare move, or I’ll blow your face off!” The kid’s voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like…a female.
Mace tensed when the person started down the steps. At first, he could see bare toes, a slim calf, then another. His gaze flicked to the gun before returning to the shapely naked thighs which couldn’t belong to a kid. No fucking way. Especially not a boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman, and he couldn’t wait to see the rest of her.
So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost.


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JEANNE ST. JAMES is a best-selling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

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