October 28, 2014 | Cover art,Teaser Tuesday
My cover art may not be nearly as polished as professional covers, but it’s a lot closer to the characters in my head.
My cover art may not be nearly as polished as professional covers, but it’s a lot closer to the characters in my head.
Earlier this year Rain Girl caught my interest. The literary thriller was well-crafted and engaging enough to keep me reading, but left me unsatisfied.
Real life has all the reality I need. When I read for entertainment I want a happily-ever-after. The book led me to enroll in Kindle first, which offers me a chance to read titles a month before their official release at a reduced price. An appealing proposition for an addicted reader.
Although I wasn’t coerced or even asked, the arrangement makes me feel obligated to read my selection within the month and to post a review. Disappointed in my first choice, I chose Crazy For Her, a romantic suspense title for August.
The ex-SEAL turned private security consultant romance is the first in a planned series. I adored Suzanne Brockmann’s Troubleshooters series and love Lisa Marie Rice’s Midnight men, so I’m predisposed to love a new group of dangerous heroes. Crazy For Her’s hero had a lot of holes on the inside. I’m good with moody, tortured heroes, but he went from hot to cold often and without sufficient cause to make him credible or sympathetic. The heroine stayed reasonable and patient long after I wanted to shake her. That said, I loved the concept, found the prose easy to read, and wanted to like it more. I may well give the next book in the series a try in hope the author develops more confidence.
Read any good books lately?
I write erotic romances different enough from the genre standards I’m still amazed and very grateful respectable publishers took a chance on my work. The first story, an erotic romantic suspense earned positive reviews, a few fans, and gave me a mind-opening education. Every subsequent book and professional relationship has added immeasurably to my understanding of how to craft a good tale and so much more that I’d need to write a book to list everything I’ve learned from talented experts.
Seven years after than first contract, I still want to push the genre’s edges. For now, (I’m nothing if not fickle,)I continue to focus on revising, enriching and polishing those titles that have reverted to me and possibly expanding those series with new stories.
At the moment, I’m enriching and polishing Slave Market for re-release. More about that soon!
Release Day, be still my pounding heart!
Here’s a peek from Duec and Belinda’s adventure:
“Okay, you might’ve believed you had good reason to hang out.” Too bad it wasn’t because a sudden realization you love me madly, and jealousy drove you to desperate measures. Better yet, you wanted to ravish me, starting with tearing off my clothes with your teeth. Hey, no harm in fantasy, right? Sexy dreams are loads more fun than some new horrible threat. Goblins and grief-crazed females are shake-in-my-pretty-boots scary.
Belinda’s favorite erotic daydream starring Duec played, the images growing explicit. She willed herself not to blush and shut off the triple X show. If she wanted to be treated as a capable woman, then she needed to behave as an adult would, keep her head in the game, and stop drooling over her protector. Duec looked after her. The same way he did with the demon hunters, the civilians, the council—everyone he considered his. She’d reacted to his concerns like a the worst kind of bratty sub.
The male redefined stubborn, but it was her quick temper and tongue making him as uncomfortable as she felt. The awkwardness was all in her mind—beyond stupid. Duec had no idea she lusted for him in her heart. She crossed the half a dozen steps separating them and patted his arm. Muscles rippled under her touch, radiating welcome heat into every cell in her body. “Next time, just tell me, okay?”
He almost quivered with tension. “I’ll try.”
“Not good enough.” She kept her tone steady.” I’m definitely playing with fire, but I’m not stopping. Her rebel fingers curled into his forearm. An insane impulse to exact her own penalty for spying made her tug him closer, stretch up, and steal a kiss.
His lips were impossibly soft and so hot her mouth burned. He stood as rigid as a statue—an enormous statue with an inner nuclear reactor core.
The same irresistible urge to be close drove her to burrow into all that power. She wanted to set him on fire, ’cause burning alone was so wrong.
The brawny arm she’d been clinging to wound around her. A big hand cradled her butt. He lifted her until a hard rope of arousal pressed against her sex. She reveled in the sensation. His impressive erection meant the searing heat sizzling through her veins wasn’t just a humiliating manifestation of her mad crush.
Lovely relief gave her courage to wriggle nearer.
Duec took control, deepening the kiss.
All rational thought vanished beneath his molten caress. In her mind’s eyes, erotic images flashed of her naked, undulating, and begging for his mercy.
He cupped her head, holding her in place for a more blatant claiming.
Even the graphic pictures burned away. Nothing existed except his addictive taste and scent—dark chocolate with a kick of fiery spice and hotter sex. She licked into his mouth, sucking his tongue, desperate for more.
A deep rumble vibrated from his chest. Oh my. He nearly purred. The sexy sound reverberated inside her, bringing her frightening close to shattering from a freaking kiss.
Her icy control met Duec’s nuclear blast, and she melted. The evidence soaked her scarlet thong. In that moment, she would have given him anything. Her icy control met Duec’s nuclear blast, and she melted. The evidence soaked her scarlet thong.
Then he broke the kiss, boosted her over one broad shoulder, and locked one arm securely around her legs.
From her upside-down vantage point, she spotted her carryall dangling from his free hand as he strode out of the private room. She couldn’t kick, but she beat on his back. “Stop. You can’t carry me through the club like this.”
His words rumbled through her, halting her in midpunch. “We’re invisible?”
Handy trick. Her cheeks burned as his words registered. She could’ve accomplished the same thing with a simple spell if she hadn’t panicked. Okay, panic is too strong. I’m just flustered by a kiss totally worth a little fuzzy thinking. “Where are we going?”
Just a reminder, the original opening scene for DUEC, Demon Hunters III didn’t make the final cut. I still like the introduction and included in Free Reads. Here’s the link to Welcome to La Ceinture Noire.
I’ve read it about a dozen times and I’m still looking forward to the release! Here’s the blurb:
Duec, head of the demon hunters and La Ceinture Noire’s owner, is master of all he surveys, except fate. Death shadows him, drawing closer each day. A different foreboding whispers of danger to Belinda, the damaged halfling he’s sworn to protect. He’s waited a lifetime for her. She’s the other half of his soul, a true submissive too wounded to accept him as her master. He must make her safe from his enemies without him.
Unable to tolerate another’s dominance, Belinda, contract witch to the demon hunters, plays at Duec’s club as an icy Domme. She earned her nickname, Control Queen by giving other submissives the discipline they need to find release without ever seeking personal satisfaction. No matter how skillfully she manages her subs, the only male she longs for never sees the strong mistress she’s grown into, only the frightened, damaged child he rescued.
Then his enemies strike, capturing Belinda—changing everything. A failing Duec must battle ancient evil to save his mate and Belinda must find Duec before it’s too late.
DUEC, Demon Hunters III releases this month. Each book stands alone, but I prefer to read a series in order. For those gentle readers that share my preferences here’s a snippet from Tey and Miranda’s adventure.
The last rational part of Tey’s thinking shrank to a distant hiss of concern as he ground his built-in package protection against her soft belly. “Duec was right. I need release.”
He angled to graze her silken lips, dipping lower to kiss his way to where he’d slipped the third blouse button from its hole.
“Now?” she huffed against the short hairs on the side of his neck.
He didn’t detect any alarm in her seductive voice, but the blood pounded so hot and heavy in his head that a freight train’s warning whistle would have been hard to catch.
At least she hadn’t said no. She should have. Then he might have died a male of honor. Now he waged a hopeless battle with every cell of his being to keep from claiming her.
She was delicious and aroused, but she wasn’t ovulating, so he was spared the shame of forcing her into a permanent bond.
Just one boarding the eternal commitment train. Him.
He reached for the knob of a supply closet. Not a great setting for their first time, but it beat the hall.
Miranda clawed at his arm, clear panic hiked her alto up a full octave. “What are you doing?”
“Arranging a little privacy.”
“In there?” Her beautiful eyes widened to saucers.
He dipped his chin slow and careful in an affirmative, hoping to soothe her fears.
“No way.” She shook her head vehemently.
“Okay.” She didn’t like closets, fine. The walkway worked. He wasn’t shy.
The least he could do was make this first round of sex pleasurable for her. Not much hope there either. His control was on a short, frayed leash.
His whisker-roughened chin rasped across a stiffened nipple, and he blindly captured the peak in his mouth, sucking her tender flesh hard right through her shirt and bra. While he suckled her taut nub, he teased the other tip, rolling it between thumb and fingers.
Miranda moaned and arched closer, giving herself to him as sweetly as a well-trained submissive. Grateful for her generous gift of trust, he switched nipples, he took his time torturing the other peak with lips, tongue, and teeth.
A satisfying feminine whimper encouraged him to snake his right arm under her skirt where he slipped under the edge of delicate lace panties. The thin barrier was damp with the intoxicating scent of her chocolate cream. He pushed the flimsy material aside and stroked her swollen sex.
She gasped, and her legs parted, giving him more room.
Thrilled to find her so slick and ready, he panted for a second or two as his fingers danced through the
silken folds and flutes, spreading liquid excitement from her core to her clit again and again.
“Please.” She gasped, wriggling against his hand.
“Don’t move.” He skimmed the scrap of lace down her legs. Crouched at her feet, he demanded, “Step out of them.”
Earlier this month I wrote about not getting paid and asked readers not to buy my Ellora’s Cave titles. Here’s the link to that post in case you missed it. I removed the covers and excerpts for those books because there’s no way I’m promoting a publisher who’s selling my work and not paying royalties due.
There’s also nothing practical I can do to stop them.
I’m not wasting any more of my time and energy on something I can’t control. What I’m doing is writing the best stories I possible can and giving daily thanks I’m living my dream–writing for a living.
Stormy Vixen gave Joon’s Temptation five stars! Here’s a snippet from her review:
“This fast paced and smooth flowing plot keeps reader shivering in anticipation with suspense, drama and romance. The well written scenes and details capture the imagination and bring the story to life while the well orchestrated drama and suspense draw the reader deeper into the story and the strong compelling characters grab the reader’s attention and encourage them to follow along on their journey.”
The entire review is here
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