Ta-Da! It's the Big Blurb Reveal...

Hi all you magnificent menage lovers! Today, I'm doing it. I'm going for it. I'm revealing the blurb for Luscious Beginnings. Yes, I know it's not scheduled to release for another twenty-seven days. But since I sent in the edits yesterday, I was in the mood to celebrate. And what better way for me to celebrate than to share a little something-something with you guys? So Tada! Here it is...

Luscious Beginnings

(Love in Luscious, Kansas Book 1)

Sometimes what a person wants most has been standing in front of them all along.

Four months ago, an eye-opening discovery drove Sam Carrington away from his best friends, Brett Monroe and Ethan Bartlett. Now he’s beginning his new life in Luscious, Kansas. But still, he longs for the men he loves.

Brett and Ethan were shattered when Sam vanished. Every day since his disappearance has been devoted to finding him. However, their search is in vain because two of Sam’s powerful friends made sure he was impossible to find.

After Sam is stabbed while protecting a friend, he shuts everyone around him out. Concerned for his emotional wellbeing, one of his protectors turns to Brett and Ethan for help. Once the men know where Sam is, they’ll do whatever it takes to get him back. Only their journey won’t be easy. And the path they must take will lead them to either a luscious beginning or a heartbreaking end.

 

There you have it...the blurb for Luscious Beginnings. I hope it was as good for you to read as it was for me to share. Now let the countdown to June 17th commence...

Love and cherries,

-Mia

Writing Contest by Lily Harlem

Get your imaginative hats on because there's a contest for unpublished writers!

What's more, I'm judging the erotic romance/erotic category.

Check out all the details for the In Shadows Writing Contest and I hope to see your entries piling up on my desk...

Lily x

I'm Hungry...Can Someone Pass Me a Supernatural Sandwich?

After watching Supernatural for the first time this weekend, I'm ravenous for more. And I'm not just talking about the tv show. Now before anyone gets their panties in a wad, I loved the plot. And the byplay and one liners were funny as hell. But Sam and Dean made the show. And that sinfully sweet '67 Chevy Impala was icing on the cake.

Looking back, I have to admit that I wasn't all that keen on watching Supernatural. In all honesty, I saved the show into my Netflix instant queue months ago and forgot about it. Then recently, Supernatural came up in a conversation with one of my friends. And I had that well crap moment when I realized that I had forgotten all about it—even though I had promised to watch it and report in.

Yep, you can say it...I'm a bad, bad girl with a bad, bad memory, and I should get spanked for my forgetful ways. Maybe then, I'll remember not to forget and procrastination won't end up biting me in the butt. Oh wait, you weren't saying it. Were you? That was all me. Ah well...

So some of you may be wondering why I didn't want to watch a show with two hot hunks of men and a badass car. Under normal circumstances, something like that would have my name tattooed on its proverbial ass. But no, not this time. This time, I was a fraidy cat. I kept thinking about the nightmares the show would inevitably give me. And I wasn't all that convinced that any men—even ones who were as delicious as Sam and Dean—were worth a week of nightmares.

Nevertheless, I told myself, Suck it up, Mia. What's the worst that could happen? You wind up dreaming about sentient beings who want to do all sorts of wicked things to you. This could turn out hot. Right? Think Sherrilyn Kenyon, J.R. Ward, Larissa Ione, and Shelly Laurenston. Hello?!?

Well, I'm sure you can guess what happened next. Yep, I sent sent my happy self on a journey to Lawrence, Kansas to find either the drool-worthy Winchester brothers or the sentient beings who might or might not be able to rock my world. Of course, while on my trip, I tried very hard to not think about the finer details like the whole getting my blood sucked, being bitten by a shapeshifter and turning into some sort of unknown creature, being dragged to hell by a demon, or having a ghost haunt me until I pulled my hair out and checked into the local insane asylum. After all, a girl shouldn't sweat the small stuff.

By some miracle, I survived my first episode. By 'survived', I mean that I got hooked on the show like a junkie with a new drug. Seriously, Supernatural should come with warnings—lots of them:

Danger: Show is addicting. Once started, there is no stopping.

 

Caution: The men are hot enough to melt your panties. So bring more than one pair.

 

Important: Beware of the scary monsters. They are not nice, and they do not rock your world.

 



 

Danger: Show is explosive. Literally and figuratively.

 

Caution: Overheating is likely. So bring a bottle of ice cold water and set the thermostat to 69 degrees.

 

Important: Don't cry for the car. Bumps and bruises can be fixed.

 

 

 

Danger: Inhale and exhale while watching to prevent passing out from lack of oxygen.

 

Caution: Gigglesnorting can lead to choking. Avoid drinking.

 

Important: Watch the show while hungry. Ravenousness enhances the taste of a big, juicy Sam and Dean sandwich.

 

So I guess there's no real moral to this random post. The only thing I can say is to watch the show and enjoy your own Supernatural sandwich or pass it to me. God knows I'm hungry for more!

XOXOXO,
-Mia

FREE book!

Yes, that's right, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse is FREE on Amazon UK. Go, run, grab your copy, it's only free for a limited time so please spread the word and if you enjoy my naughty nurse a review would be hugely appreciated!

And if you're in the US you can grab a copy of this super-sexy book at a discounted price from Amazon.com .

Lily x

PS - Scoop yourself a copy of Justine Elyot's Confessions of a Kinky Housewife while you're there, I'm smack bang in the middle of this spicy novella and loving it!

An accidental WHAT?

For the first time ever, I've written an accidental blowjob.

Yes, that's right, an accidental blowjob. :) The book I've been teasing you about is now available from Siren-BookStrand.


The next installment of my Coffeeshop Series, "Many Blessings" (Book 1) is now available from Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/many-blessings

Blurb:

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, ghosts, HEA]

Mandaline Royce swore off love. She?s happy working for her best friend, Julie, at her New Age shop, Many Blessings. Then her life?s turned upside down by Julie?s tragic death. Julie leaves her everything, including the shop and her dog, but the gaping hole in Mandaline?s heart isn?t one she?s sure will ever heal.

Ellis Fargo and Bradley Sawyer are as close as brothers. Ellis feels his life?s mission is caring for Brad, a former veteran who suffered debilitating injuries. Brad insists their house is haunted. Ellis doesn?t believe in ghosts and thinks the trouble is Brad?s injured brain. He humors Brad by having Mandaline check the house for supernatural issues.

Ellis doesn?t understand the sudden, scorching attraction he has for Mandaline, but he can?t settle for anyone who won?t also put Brad first. Brad thinks Mandaline would be the perfect woman--for them both. Can they help each other heal and turn their various emotional wounds into Many Blessings?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

While all the books are standalone and can be read independently of each other, the best reading order for the series is:

1) Out of the Darkness (Coffeeshop Coven prequel)
2) It's a Sweet Life (Coffeeshop Coven prequel)
3) Many Blessings (Coffeeshop Coven 1)

They're all available at my author page on Siren-BookStrand's site:

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You can go to my Siren-BookStrand author page and click on the Notify Me link to get an email from Siren when they update my page and add new books for pre-order. (It's also where you can find all my releases under my various pen names: Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Tessa Monroe, and Macy Largo.)

And you can find me on the web at:

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Delicate Freakn' Flower is free for a limited time!!

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Dammit , just how many toes was she going to have to stomp on before people realized she was a delicate freakn’ flower?

The Freakn' Shifters series (each can be read as a stand alone):

• Book #1 Delicate Freakn' Flower
• Book #2 Jealous And Freakn'
• Book #3 Already Freakn' Mated
• Book #4 Human and Freakn'
• Book #3.5 Jungle Freakn' Bride

Naomi doesn’t want to follow tradition and settle down with a violence-loving, chest thumping shapeshifter. She grew up in a household with five, testosterone laden brothers where none of the dishes ever matched, the ugly-as-sin furniture could withstand any catastrophe, and where crazy glue was bought by the case.

When fate—with a snicker—makes her meet not one, but two mates, Naomi digs her heels in and refuses to do what her wolf—and her body—demands. No way is she voluntarily allowing herself to get hitched to a pair of dumbass—totally hot and muscled—lacrosse players.

Can Ethan, the towering Kodiak bear, and Javier, the sexy, tanned jaguar convince this she-wolf that life with them won’t be all chaos? And can this delicate freakn’ flower unbend her prejudices enough to recognize she needs a pair of men who can handle her thorns—and her passion?

Excerpt:

Chapter One

He’s a freakn’ beast. Naomi watched in rapt fascination as player number forty-four scored yet another goal. Like an implacable freight train, he plowed through the opposition’s defense as if they didn’t exist, using his size, and surprising speed, to bowl them over. At the end of his shift, he went to sit his turn on the bench, but her fascination in the game didn’t waver. Her attention ended up snagged by player sixty-nine. Smaller in stature than the behemoth, he absorbed her just as completely with his feline grace as he twisted and moved around the floor. He almost danced as he ran, his stick held high and usually cradling the ball.

What is it about the two of them that fascinates me? I don’t even like lacrosse. And she hated jocks.

Naomi still couldn’t believe she’d allowed her friend, Francine, to talk her into coming to watch a lacrosse game. She usually left contact sports and their watching of to her father and brothers, preferring games of intellectual skill and preciseness, like curling or golf. However, a free ticket, and nothing better to do on a Saturday night, along with a promise by Francine to go dancing afterward, swayed her. Thus, she found herself a spectator, seated about twelve rows up, just above the protective glass. With her enhanced sense of smell, she could catch occasional whiffs of the sweat glistening on the players’ skin, the musky aroma not at all repulsive like she expected. She reluctantly admitted—if only to herself— the impressive speed and strength displayed by the lacrosse players—two in particular—made her girly parts tingle. Even more surprising, something about these males made her inner wolf yip in excitement.

Ignoring her bitch’s griping, she returned her focus to the game, but her brow crinkled as she found herself unable to divert her attention from either the behemoth or the lithe runner. Her wolf wouldn’t let her, even when they both sat on the bench. This is not a good sign. Naomi fidgeted, trying not to stare at the two players, but unbidden, her gaze kept straying back.

Francine must have caught on to something because she whispered. “What’s wrong? You look like you just swallowed a lemon? And did I just hear you growl?”

A frown crossed Naomi’s face. “Yeah, I growled. It’s not my fault though. Something’s got my wolf in a tizzy.” Naomi shrugged, pushing aside her unease as her eyes swiveled to track the behemoth who had exited the bench and now ran across the floor again. Warmth suffused her at the raw power he exuded as he body checked an opposing player—I wonder if he’s as active in bed? Naomi’s scowl widened at the train of her thoughts. “Maybe it’s all the violence or something making my bitch agitated.”

A snort escaped Francine. “You’re kidding, right? On a good day, your family makes these guys look like pussy cats.”

Naomi bit her lip as she thought of the males of her clan whose idea of a discussion usually resulted in bloodshed, sore knuckles and black eyes. “Okay, you might have a point. But still, there’s something in the air or crowd that’s agitating my wolf.”

Francine clutched Naomi’s arm in a tight vise and turned a face lit with excitement toward her. “Hey, maybe your wolf is sensing your mate in the arena.”

Mate? Naomi’s surge of warm pleasure at number sixty-nine’s pirouette and dash shriveled as she gazed around at all the big and brash men in the crowd. Shifters, of course. Mere humans could try all they wanted to attend one of their sold out lacrosse exhibitions, only those who could claim an animal in their ancestry could attend. The privately owned gymnasium they used for their clan sports was owned and operated by those of her kind. Sports provided a civilized way for them to express their more volatile side. And a profitable one as she well knew since she did their accounting.

Francine’s assertion that her mate could, in fact, be one of these violence-loving, meatheads left her cold. She shivered, not in fear but repugnance. “No thank you. The idea of getting hitched to a Neanderthal makes me want to puke.”

Her best friend rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you’re still thinking of going through with your plan.”

Naomi lifted her shoulders again instead of answering. The plan her friend spoke of involved marrying a nice—very normal—human male and living a mundane and drama—AKA brawl—free life. Not that she’d ever had any violence directed at her—although she’d caused some on occasion when she lost her temper, usually on one of her burly brothers. Her father and siblings would never let anyone, themselves included, harm a hair on her head, but amongst each other, fists spoke more often than words. As the only girl with five older, testosterone laden brothers, Naomi learned early how to hold her ground and retaliate when they pulled their pranks. Having grown up in chaos, where a wrestling match could break out at any moment, she decided years ago that at least in her case, marrying a shifter prone to chaotic episodes because of their animal nature wasn’t her idea of a happily ever after. While the bedlam didn’t seem to bother her mother, or even her female shifter friends, Naomi longed for peace and quiet—and the ability to own crystal.

In her childhood home, none of the dishes matched and furniture was butt ugly given sturdy didn’t equal pretty. In her parent’s house, things needed to withstand just about any kind of natural—or familial—disaster. Currently living on her own, Naomi’s place reflected the exact opposite, with elegant pieces in light colors. She especially cherished her fragile collection of glass butterflies, and gleefully enjoyed the fact none of them had required crazy glue after a particularly frenzied family event. She didn’t miss having to referee her brothers by grabbing hold of their ears and tweaking them into submission. She hated all the male posturing and ball scratching assertion the males of the shifter clans required. Gentle and normal, that’s all I ask for.

Given her desires, Francine’s suggestion that her mate could possibly be in attendance at this bloodthirsty and brutal sporting event filled her with horror. Although, what if some quirk of fate brought the shifter in question—an intellectual type who preferred discourse to pugilism—to the lacrosse match by accident, much like herself? She snorted. Fat chance.

An “Ooh” from the crowd drew her from her thoughts and she looked up to see someone from the London team splayed out on the floor, flattened by number forty-four, the behemoth from their very own house team, the Ottawa city, Loup Garou’s.

The Loup Garou’s—which translated to werewolf, even if the team was comprised of a dozen species—hollered in triumph as their main man sprang over the prone body of the hapless opposing player. The titan sprinted for the opposite end, his broad body and shoulders acting the part of blocker and clearing a path. Number sixty-nine, with a Colgate grin that made her shiver, paralleled the behemoth, the ball cradled in his lacrosse cage as he dodged the pissed off Londoners, those still left standing after the beast’s rush.

As a new team, the London Moon Shifters were still digging hard to acquire players tough enough to stand against the older teams. Actually, according to her brothers, because of the behemoth and his slimmer compatriot, all the teams currently scrambled to find players that could break the Loup Garou’s winning streak. Transferred to the team from Saskatchewan in only the last month, the acquisitions of the two best players by her home city was quite the buzz around town. Her brothers crowed about it and wrestled each other in their excitement. Naomi personally thought the concept of paying guys to throw a ball around and hit each other with sticks was dumb. So dumb, yet I can’t stop watching, she thought with disgust.

The play on the floor moved fast as the clock ticked down to victory. In a last ditch effort, two of the bigger London players ran in a bull rush at number sixty-nine, who grinned before he sprang into the air with feline agility and fired the ball at a speed humans would have choked at. The giant, still running swiftly, moved to intercept the ball currently tunneling through the air.

The crowd hushed as they watched athleticism at its finest, including Naomi, whose wolf forced her to stare with rapt attention. A man his size, more so than the rest of the population, should have remained subject to the laws of gravity and yet, despite his obvious height and weight, when the behemoth leapt—his ascent almost vertical—he soared like the lightest of feathers.

Leaning forward, with her breath held, she waited for nature’s rules to drag the beast—dressed in a delectable man’s body—back down, even as she knew second hand from her brothers —fanatic lacrosse fans— the man kept defying the odds. Up he soared, his netted stick rising high above his head, reaching to grab the ball whipping through the air. The crowd stopped breathing, their bodies taut with tension. For a moment, number forty-four’s eyes, the surprising soft brown of a wren’s feather, met hers—and locked.

The breath sucked from her lungs at the intense, yet puzzled, regard in his surprisingly beautiful orbs, framed by thick dark lashes. Heat coiled low in her tummy as his slow curling smile tugged at her own lips and shot a tingling, wet warmth to her cleft.

Suddenly, his eyes rounded in horror and his mouth opened on a yell a second before he smacked into the arena glass like a bug on a windshield. She didn’t really get a chance to enjoy his cartoon splatting moment because she blacked out as their dual moment of inattention saw her smacked in the face by the game ball as it torpedoed into it.


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I'm Coming...

Gotcha! I know what you're thinking. You thought I was coming as in coming. But nope, I'm talking about the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Kansas, City! Please commence with the squealing.

Now I'm not one of the cool kids who gets to be there all week. I'm actually only coming up for a few days. But still, I'm so flipping excited. And I'm more than a little nervous too.

Why am I nervous? Well, let me count the ways...

1. I'm painfully shy. Shocking, I know. But I'm a voyeur, not an exhibitionist. I would prefer to sit in the corner and watch and listen than participate.

2. I'm a reader. I have been my entire life. So some of these authors are my version of rock stars. And if Adam Levine or P!nk can leave my tonguetied, I have no doubt that Maya Banks and Lora Leigh can.

3. I have a tendency to open my mouth and insert my foot a lot. And gnawing on one's toes in public isn't my idea of a good time.

4. I'm a blusher. Boy, am I ever. Let me tell you, tomato red is not an attractive color for one's face, especially my pale one.

5. I'm a klutz. We're talking an I can't walk over a flat surface without tripping and going face first into something person. How wonderful would it be to be talking to someone and be so absorbed that I walk into the wall? Well, I will probably find out this weekend.

6. I'm a giggle-snort kind of girl. Yep, this is quite possibly the most mortifying one. I have a tendency to laugh so hard that I snort. And once I snort, the laughing get worse, which makes the snorting get worse. It's a vicious cycle that leaves me with aching sides and a blood red face.

But on the flip side, if I survive all that, I get to...

1. Meet readers who may or may not have read my books. For me, that makes the entire trip worthwhile - even if I end up tripping, blushing, giggle-snorting, and/or anything else I could do that would lead to lifelong embarrassment.

2. Meet authors I adore, some of whom I've been reading for years. And yes I do have a list of people I must see at the signing. I know, I know. I'm a dork. I'm an anal dork with color-coated spreadsheets, no less.

3. See my friends. I have a few people in my life who I consider close friends. However, distance keeps us apart. And while phone calls help, getting together with them face-to-face is something I treasure.

4. Spend a little time with author-friends. Over the past year, I have developed friendships with some other authors. Seeing that we are most often locked away in our writing caves, it is exciting to get to hang out and chat with them in the real world where daylight does exist.

5. Relax! In between my panic attacks and fan-girl moments, I will have time to enjoy myself without having to sweat the small stuff.

6. Eat, drink, and be merry! My inner foodie is all about that. LOL.


So, I just have to ask. Is anyone else coming? And if so, what are you looking forward to the most? What worries you the most?

Love and cherries,
-Mia

p.s. If you have a chance, come and find me. I'd love to meet you. I promise I'll be on my best behavior...Hopefully.