Monthly Archives: March 2013

Gray Dixon’s Cristale’s Awakening

Happy Wednesday, ladies and gents.  You know what this means.  We have a special guest with a super hot story to tell.

I met Gray Dixon through my Secret Cravings Publishing soon after signing a contract and I’m so excited she is visiting us today to share her release Cristale’s Awakening. There is a pretty sexy excerpt below as well, so remember, if you aren’t over 18, this isn’t the place for you.  Kiddies, move on, the rest of you get cozy, this is going to be a great preview!


Cristale’s Awakening

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Gray Dixon’s release Cristale’s Awakening…if the book is as hot as this cover, we’re gonna need to call the fire department. Hell, let’s call them anyway!

Buy Cristale’s Awakening here.

Cristale is Hunter’s boss by day…will he be her Dom by night?


Forty-something businesswoman Cristale Martin appears to have it all, except a man to share her success and life. A new agent comes to work at her real estate firm and he’s turning every woman’s head in the office, including hers. He’s younger, handsome and is the object of her vibrator fantasies, but she knows in real life, he wouldn’t be interested in an older woman like her.

Hunter Steele, ex-model and actor, real estate agent, and a Dom on sabbatical from the lifestyle, is attracted to his boss. She’s older, smart, attractive, and he suspects she’s submissive—his favorite kind of woman. For six months he’s observed her, and he’s ready to break the self-imposed hiatus. Every time he makes a move, she pulls away.

One Friday night an opportunity arises and she can’t say no to his offer to awaken her deepest desires, or show her pleasures only imagined.


In an effort to stop thinking about him and return to her pre-Hunter self, she finished reviewing the last of the contracts executed for the day. Her weekend would be spent formulating a plan to make a change in her life. Maybe she needed a vacation. Somewhere exotic, warm, and private to clear her head and decide what she wanted was definitely on the agenda to happen.

“Yes, that’s it. Someplace I’ve never been and can let down my hair and inhibitions. Leave work behind and clear my mind,” she said out loud just to see how the idea sounded to her ears. An affirmation of sorts.

And purge the lascivious thoughts about Hunter Steele.

A tap on her door startled her, and she peered up from the contract files. She thought for sure at this hour on a Friday night, she’d be the last to leave the office. “Yes?”

“Miss Martin?” the male voice asked as the door creaked open.

“Hunter Steele? What are you still doing here?” Oh, Lord, of all the people to be in the office at this time of night. Did he hear me talking to myself?

“I finished up with a client and needed to tie up a few loose-ends before heading out. I saw your light on, so I thought I’d let you know I was here so as not to frighten you.” He smiled widely, his dimples indenting on his cheeks and the shiny whites of his perfect teeth made her catch her breath. Then, he looked fondly at her and turned to leave.

Shifting slightly in her chair, she gathered enough composure to speak without a crackling in her voice. “Thank you, Hunter. I was finishing up too. Congratulations on your sale. I guess I don’t need to ask how your evening’s going.” She returned his smile and the opportunity to act on her plan to rid him of his starring role in her fantasies. Dare she ask him out for a drink? Maybe going for coffee would be less innocuous.

“Thanks. Are you having a good night?” He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest.

Oh. My. God. Her breathing quickened. “Not too bad. I’m working on a few deals with developers to bring in more business. Maybe looking for a few agents to handle the sales offices if all goes well.” She grinned as she tried to appear busy with the files on her desk. “Um, Hunter, I have a nagging question I’ve meant to ask you. If you have a few minutes, I mean.”

“Sure, what’s your question?” He took a few steps forward, but didn’t make a move to sit. He stood about six feet away, and thankfully her desk acted as a barrier from his masculine influence.

“How’s everything going with Eric? I know you’ve had a few sales, but is he helping you get settled in and learning the ropes, so to speak?”

He grinned. “Yes, I’ve picked up a lot of good pointers from him. I’m sure I’d learn more if I watched the best in the business show me what she knows.” He winked and one corner of his mouth turned up.

Oh, he’s good. She smiled and concentrated on maintaining eye contact so as not to look like he was scaring the crap out of her. Actually he was, but she couldn’t let him know that. “Are you willing to learn by her rules, no questions asked?” She tried to flirt, but she thought it sounded more contrived than playful. Acting the bitch was so much easier.

By the smug smile on his face, Cris realized the man liked to play a little cat and mouse. He portrayed the elusive target well and probably a well-honed skill from years of practice as a model and actor.

“I’m a fast learner, but I have to warn you, I have my own set of rules that I don’t compromise on.”

“Hmm, well I think it is better you stay with Eric. I really don’t have time available.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You can’t spend a little time with me?”

Was he asking her out? Her panties instantly moistened from that same kind of expression from their first meeting. Good God, how long had it been since something like that happened? I’d say this afternoon at Jackson’s was close enough. The meeting with Harry almost went in the toilet at one point. Being in the same room with Hunter Steele caused all sorts of problems, throwing her off her game and could cost her more than financial losses if she wasn’t careful.

“Are you really suggesting I spend time with you?” She managed to force out the words with a little more confidence. “I’m a busy woman, Hunter. That’s why I hired a manager so I could delegate those duties.”

His eyes held hers like a vice grip, not letting go. Captivating. Entrancing. With his lips curled into an even more alluring grin, her insides quivered. This was turning into a nightmare more than a dream come true and she didn’t know how to react except to fall back on her officious bitch mode.

“Of course, I am. For business purposes only. Your reputation precedes you which is one reason I wanted to work here. I plan on being a master at the real estate craft. I strive to be a master at everything I do.” A wolfish smile tugged at his mouth as his eyes flickered then settled on her with a smoldering gaze.

Why did the way he said master make her feel all warm and tingly when the surge of attraction flared and at the same time frightened her to the core? Cris was taken aback by the intensity of her reaction. She’d been drawn to handsome men in the past, for obvious reasons, but never with such visceral immediacy. Never with such a reaction quite like that before, did she? Her mind went blank momentarily.


He set his hand on her nape, his thumb curving around the side of her neck. He focused on her face. “Interesting perceptions. Are you curious about kinky sex? Like restraints, spanking, erotic play? BDSM includes other pleasures other than pain, many I’d enjoy training you in. As far as strange clothes, I prefer my subs to wear nothing or only very little clothing when I play.”

The same pretty pink blush when they were in the elevator rose on her cheeks again. “Naked play?”

Hunter glanced down at her breasts, her nipples poking against her blouse. His balls tightened with the thought of touching them. Fuck. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Like it or not, her body was aroused by the subject of BDSM, and he better tread lightly or scare her away. “Yes. Let me explain further then you can ask more questions.”


“I have never taken a sub to train or done more than play a scene at a club. That part of my life I kept separate from my public persona. You obviously aren’t in the lifestyle, so you don’t know all the protocols of who does what. I could give you some stock answers to fill in the blanks for all your questions, but that won’t serve our purposes for tonight. I will tell you what I want from a submissive, which is what I believe you are. I do not wish to have a slave. I do expect complete submission in the bedroom, in a club, and also when we are alone. If you agree you want this, I will want to have a say in all areas of your life, but I will not choose your friends or your clothes or tell you how to run your business. However, I will expect you to take my views into account. Many things can be discussed and mutually agreed upon in advance, but if I give an order I will have instant obedience or there will be consequences. Now ask your questions.”

“You want to be my Dom? You want to have kinky sex with me?”

He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his in a fierce passion, smothering her gasp of surprise. He broke the embrace just enough to murmur, “I want you, Cristale. Not just kinky sex. I’ve wanted you for such a long time and can’t wait any longer.”

Her lips trembled as if she held in some strong emotion. “Oh, Hunter, I—”

Pulling her closer, he stifled any further protest or second thoughts she might have, brushing her lips tenderly with his. He’d make sure she couldn’t think straight as his fingers wrapped softly around her neck, holding her close as their kiss deepened. Her mouth tasted sweet and hot like cinnamon candy. This scenario played out better in reality than his imaginary one in the elevator.

Steele pulled back and traced the outline of her kiss-swollen lips with the pad of his thumb. “You’re so beautiful.” Her gaze rose to his, and he saw the frightened woman in her dark-blue eyes, breathing in soft pants.

Physical desire spun its way into his body as her passion-filled sapphire irises connected with his. He wanted to dominate and make her compliant to his every command. He wanted to bury his prick in her cunt so deep she’d scream his name. He’d love her the way he’d wanted since the first time he’d seen her at the office. Above all, he needed her trust, the kind that transcended their bodies and captured their souls.

She sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’re not going to be gentle with me, are you?”

A strangled groan filled his throat, along with shaking his head ever so slightly. “No, probably not.”

Steele pulled her upward, kissing her again. The intensity of the hunger coursing through his body shocked him. Being celibate and out of the lifestyle for too many long months already made him horny as hell, and having Cristale in his arms sent his libido into a spiral he wasn’t sure he’d recover. The woman, who had ruled his ordinary dreams, his daydreams, and his wet dreams, now truly was in his place, and soon in his bed, bound and open wide for his enjoyment, and hers.

He nibbled her generous bottom lip. Breaking the teasing caress, he brushed his lips with tender kisses over her neck to her ear. “The time for talking is over. Time for your next lesson and let’s take this to my room of pleasure.”

Roughly lifting her off her feet, he scooped her into his arms, hers snaking around his neck.

“Room of pleasure? Is that what you call your bedroom? Really?” She snickered as she stared into his face, taking him back by her change of attitude.

“No, my bedroom is my bedroom. Some call their play rooms a dungeon, but I live in a condo and the last I checked, they don’t have dark, underground areas. So my extra space is like a den of decadence if you will. I’m quite proud of it, thank you very much.” He meant to lighten the mood because she seemed to tense up again.

“Okay. Do I get one of those words to say in case I don’t want to do this?”

He smiled. She had read something about BDSM protocols even if they had been in erotica novels. “A safeword. Yes, Cristale. In my house the safeword is red.”

“Good, but why can’t I pick my own?”

“The word has to be something that if you use it the meaning is clear you want to stop all play. No questions, no misunderstandings. Red is easier to remember. Let me warn you now about using your safeword. If you do, I will stop, and we’ll talk about the reasons. Discomfort, pain, whatever. Do you understand?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, I understand. I’ll use red. For now.”

Hunter raised a brow and shook his head slightly. “That’s my girl.”



“What’s to tell?” Gray Dixon asked. The nom de plume of erotica writer of hot, sexy stories for the adult crowd loves walks along the beach at sunset, a glass of wine over a romantic dinner and a night of love.

On the serious side, she’s married to her Dear Heart for many years, has three children, many grandchildren, a dog, a couple of fish, a big yard with lots of fruit trees, two cars and a house. Ah, the American Dream she loves to describe. She likes a lot of different things, crafts, watching the History Channel, reality shows (not all, but some), travel, and of course writing. She’s worked hard all her life in many interesting fields and enjoyed all of them, but she finally found enough time to relax and enjoy escaping into the worlds she created through her stories. She mainly writes erotica with BDSM elements, and hopes readers will enjoy the tales she weaves.

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First things first…I had two winners for The Rebound. Not because I’m special, but because I am a goofball. I chose a winner on Wednesday…thinking the hop ended Wednesday. I jumped the gun, imagine that! I drew another today so make it fair to those who popped in after my first drawing.

So congrats, on winning a free copy of The Rebound (this is where the drum roll goes) Veronica…and Books4me! I’ll be contacting you through your email to see what format you need. I hope you enjoy the book and thanks so much for stopping in!!

Okay. So maybe I have been a little neglectful of the blog lately. But with good reason. I finally finished Seducing Kate. I am so thrilled with the way it turned out. I am actually quite sad that I won’t be writing these characters any more. I’m a little in love with Kate myself. Is that odd?

Anyway, it is sitting with a beta reader and will be edited accordingly and then shipped over to some poor unsuspecting publisher who will also fall head over heals in love with Kate (she has powers, I’m telling you) and will have no choice but to publish her story.

Working tagline: It took Kyle one look to realize he wanted to seduce his best friend’s mother. And one kiss to realize he didn’t have to.

Bam! I’m gonna leave you to contemplate that for a while.

See you soon!

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Big Cocks and Shamrocks Giveaway Hop



Oh, now, get your mind out of the gutter. Clearly by the picture, the title of this give away is about Irish farm animals!


Now that we have that settled, I’m glad you stopped by.

If you aren’t familiar with my work, my book, The Rebound, is available now and was chosen a Top Pick by Night Owl Reviews.

One lucky commenter will win a copy of the e-book in the format of your choice. Make sure to leave an email so I can contact you and let you know that you’re the lucky one!

Here’s a little something to tempt you into entering:

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She watched him sit across from her, easing back in the chair in the way that he does when he simply wanted to watch her. “You’re not eating any of this?”

“Not out of a bowl.”

Casi grinned before sticking her finger in the whipped cream and holding it out to him. He leaned forward, sucked it clean, and then fell back again. “How was your day?” she asked, reaching for a button on her blouse.

“Good. Yours?”

“Did you watch me?”

“You know the answer to that by now.”

A smile touched her lips as she opened her shirt. “But I like when you tell me.”

Conner lowered his eyes to her bra, red and embroidered intricately, enticing him to touch it. “I watched you tonight.”

“What did you think?”

“I think that most people would be appalled to know that I jack off watching the news.”

Laughter erupted from her as she tossed her shirt aside. “Yeah, you should probably keep that to yourself.”

When she stood and turned her back to him he reached up, eased the zipper of her skirt down and watched it fall. She kicked it aside as she met his gaze, demanding that he look at her as she released her bra. She dropped it and then slid down her panties and stepped out of them.

She hopped on the table in front of him, put a red stiletto heel on either side of his chair and spread her legs wide. From behind her, she pulled the banana split toward her and laid back. With a spoon, she scooped out a chunk of ice cream and dropped it on her stomach.

Conner grinned, watching her abdomen jerk in response to the cold. The frozen ball settled on her belly button and by the time she dug out toppings, it was starting to melt and run down her sides. He was tempted as hell, but he sat back, watching her create a treat for him.

When she was done, she lifted the cherry from her dessert, and dropped it on the pile of ice cream and whipped topping on her stomach. Looking at him, she smirked. “Bon appétit.”





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Winter Games by Sloane Taylor

Happy Wednesday!  I am so exicted to bring you a new release from the fantabulous and always sexy Sloane Taylor!


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As the games heat up, the stakes grow higher, and Lonnie must decide whether to play along or leave her heart out in the cold.

Lonnie Copley may be a genius, but not when it comes to her personal life or road maps. A series of wrong turns puts her far from reality and the German autobahn. The last thing she wants on the eve of a snowstorm is to be dangling at the edge of an Austrian mountain in need of rescue—especially by a leather-clad giant with Johnny Depp eyes. As luck would have it, Lonnie’s not the only one in need of rescue.

Wolfe Deider has spent his adult life recovering from the pain of childhood. He is too aware romance is unattainable for him. Try as he might to keep the troublesome American at arm’s length, her spunk is disarming, and forces open all his old wounds.

Lonnie loves Wolfe’s special brand of complications, but can she afford to indulge in his winter games?

“Shall we set the rules of the game?” Wolfe knew how he wanted this evening to progress.

“Checkers? I’m good at those.”

He rattled the torn box. “Would you like to make the game more interesting?”

“Of course. How much money can you afford to lose?”

“How about for every disk you jump of mine, I must remove an article of clothing?”

“And for every man you jump, I lose something I’m wearing?” She drummed her fingernails on the tabletop.

He grinned and dumped the pieces onto the chessboard.

“Ja, I believe that would be the fair way to play the game.” He laid out a few of the black disks on his side of the board. Eleanor scooped up a handful of pieces and plunked them on appropriate squares, then turned the board.

“You start. After all, you’re the host.”

He shoved a red circle into play. She concentrated, then moved her black disk onto the square that forced him to conquer her.

“I believe you lose your first disk, Eleanor.” His dick tingled.

“Guess so.” She kicked off a boot. Grinning, she lifted a checker and jumped his disk, then glanced up. “Not just yet, Herr Deider. I have another move.” She swooped up the next disk.

Both of his shoes clomped to the floor.

He leaned across the board. A strategy was mandatory if he wanted the outcome in his favor. Looking her in the eyes, he slid a disk on the diagonal keeping his finger on top of it.
She glanced down, a smile tweaking her lips, and raised her hand to play.

“Not yet, Fraulein.” He slid the red circle back onto its original square. “I think this a better move.” He crossed jumped two of her disks.

She never flinched. Her other shoe hit the floor, followed by a sock.

“You are a good sport.” He raised his glass in salute.

Another play and he pulled off both of his socks.

He moved. She snorted and flung her other sock into the air.

She made an outstanding move he never suspected. His shirt flew onto a side chair.
With a grin he glanced up and conquered another checker.

She grabbed her sweater at the hem, peeled it up her body and over her head, then tossed it onto the floor. Her low cut purple bra barely covered her puckered nipples. And his dick stood at attention.

His hands shook as he lifted another red disk over her black one.

She slid back the chair then stood. Her graceful fingers worked the button free. Wolfe held his breath as she wiggled the pants past her curvy hips. She glanced at him over her shoulder with the look of a woman who knew what she wanted. Her hands glided over her sleek ass, guiding the material down her long legs. She bent over to pull them off. He gripped the edge of the table at the sight of her ass cheeks gripping a purple thong and…

Sloane Taylor is a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives and carries that philosophy into her books. She writes sexually explicit romances that takes you right into the bedroom. Being a true romantic, all her stories have a happy ever after.

Her books are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women they encounter are both feminine and strong. They also bring more than lust to their men’s lives.

Taylor was born and raised on the Southside of Chicago. As a young adult she lived in the Pullman neighborhood created by that old curmudgeon George Pullman. Studly, her mate for life, and Sloane now live in a small home in Indiana and enjoy the change from hectic city life.

She is an avid cook. Check out “It’s Wednesday. So What’s Cooking?” with complete menus posted once a week on her blog The recipes are user friendly menus, meaning easy. Feel free to email her at to be included on the Cooking Pals list. These people receive an advance email of the new menu.


Book details:

Ebook Price: $3.99
Ebook ISBN13: 978-1-61937-535-2
Imprint: Calliope (Erotic Romance)
Release Date: 02/15/2013
Word Count: 48,000
Heat Level: 4


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Lucky’s is now open


I have been waiting months for this. The ladies of Love, Lust, and Laptops have been hard are work and we now get to share it with all of you.

We had a big powwow of erotic writing minds in late January and we set the scene: a popular stip club in NYC, dancers–male and female, some gay, some straight, some shifters, some hunters. The only thing that had to be the same was the club, all the stories had to, at some point, take place at Lucky’s.

As for Lucky himself, he’s a sleaze of a man who used to be a dancer himself. As Lillian Grant says in her set up of the stories “he might not be able to slip into his thong anymore, his dick was harder to find with his beer gut in the way, and what was left of his hair was mostly grey, but he was the master of all he surveyed.”

Lucky calls his dancers his charms, Lucky’s Charms, because they keep his business booming and the ladies coming back for more.

So, there you have it. Ten authors. Ten Stories. One Sexy Strip Club.

Free reads with lots of hot sex. That’s what you can expect from us for the next two weeks.  So swing in, stop by, and settle in. It is going to be an amazing ride!


Be sure to come back and read along as the Ladies of Love Lust and Laptops celebrate St. Patrick’s day in sexy style.

March 11  – Lucky’s:  Ciaran by Lillian Grant

March 12  – Lucky’s: Declan by Rosanna Leo

March 13  – Lucky’s: Lily by Cherie Nicholls

March 14  – Lucky’s: Tate by Monette Michaels

March 15  –  Lucky’s: Colt by Emilia Mancini

March 18  – Lucky’s Colm:  by Lynn Lorenz

March 19  – Lucky’s:  Miguel by Becca Jameson

March 20  – Lucky’s: Seamus by Vanessa North

March 21  –  Lucky’s: Devlin by Parker Kincade

March 22  –  Lucky’s: Liam by Christy Gissendaner (aka Robin Danner)

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Editing and the hot mess

Editing. It is the process during which a writer’s work is bashed with a grammatical hammer, put through the plotline meat grinder, and squished into a (hopefully) better, easier thing to digest.

It’s a nightmare.

It’s brutal.

I work as an editor and I still cringe at the thought of my work going through this process. It isn’t because I think my work is great, or because I think there is no way an editor “gets” me.

It’s because I know that, while I have wonderful thoughts, my technique is awkward, my words are rambling, and my vision is not always clear.

It takes an editor of near super powers to polish my books into something excellent.

I’m currently working on edits for my alter ego’s next release, The Messenger. This book was written over ten years ago when I had little…scratch that…no experience writing professionally. I did a lot of fan fiction and that sort of thing, but nothing that was worth publishing.

I’d won a prize for a manuscript I’d written. That was what boosted me along, but this book held a special place in my heart and I always wanted to see it come to light.

Now, I’m hanging my head, wishing I could take it back. It’s a mess. A hot mess. A volcanic disaster.

The heroine isn’t the most likeable person. The plot has holes that were ignored for the sake of wrapping it up. It skimmed over the emotional. It was a skeleton that the publisher thought was strong, but there is no meat to it.

Now, in the second round of edits, desperate to fix this mess before it hits you e-reader, I sent it along to a friend who writes romantic suspense.

The good news is she nitpicked at all the things I felt were lacking as well. She found some other thing as well, that I thankfully can fix, but for the most part, I expected her to say what she said.

I am so thankful for this process, painful as it is, because it gives us writers a chance to see things that we didn’t see before, to fix things that need to be fixed, and to patch up all those plot holes that would leave our readers wondering if we even bothered to reread our books before offering them up to you.

It hurts. It aches. But it is the necessary process that we have to go through to make sure that you get what you paid for when you pick up your e-reader. And as someone who sits on both sides of the table, I can tell you that being an editor is a sometimes thankless and tedious job. Those that take it on, do so out of love and respect for the author.

And I’m so thankful that they do.

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