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Liia Ann White is back today, getting a little nostalgic on us with a crabby teacher, a hedgehog, a pet frog and a…manhole. Wha? Read on to find out more.

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When I was a kid I was a jock and nerd rolled into one. I spent a lot of time outdoors, playing sports, running around with my brothers and being an active kid. But I also used to play video games and computer games. Some were educational, some were books (Living Books) and then there were absolutely pointless fun games like Captain Comic, Toejam & Earl, Sonic the Hedgehog and then there were two games I played constantly. The Adventure of Willy Beamish and The Manhole. 

If you’ve never heard of these two games, I feel sorry for you. You were either too old to enjoy them, or didn’t have a computer. Even as an adult I want to play these games. The Manhole is just a random little never ending game that’s basically designed to keep children occupied. And it worked.

Last year I downloaded it on my phone and realised just how little you actually do during the game. Nevertheless it was a great game.

Willy Beamish, however, is a whole different kettle of fish. It was interactive, fun and several of you could play at once, giving input of where to go and what to do. My brothers and I used to play it for hours on end.

I remember the pixelated screen, the crabby old teacher who spat when she talked and his pet frog who hid in his backpack.

I loved it so much that as I type this I’m downloading a version of it to play. Hello nostalgia!!

So are there any video or computer games that you absolutely loved as a kid that you wish you could get back?

Stay tuned to SPL because I think next time I’ll talk about Minecraft… Good old Minecraft

Liia x

Being an author is a business. A lonely, frustrating business most of the time, but it is what it is. It’s a job. Not in the traditional 9-to-5 sense, but there’s effort put in that’s paid with a salary (royalties). Regardless, it’s still a business. One that should be treated as such. IMHO.

An author should keep appointments.

An author should conduct themselves professionally in publishing related emails.

An author should be courteous and polite, even if they’re screaming with frustration inside.

An author should conduct themselves in a professional, but still fun, manner during conventions.

Do these things mean an author needs to be stuffy, unapproachable and robotic? No, of course not. Laugh, joke around, have fun with this business, but remember that publishing is a very small world. Ten to one, someone else knows someone else through whatever means and an author may not know this.

Does this mean that I’m perfect and that I don’t have my moments where I don’t do what I just listed above? Nope, I do – everyone does. I’m not perfect and I’ve never claimed to be. Never will either. But I do try my damndest to make sure I conduct any email, function, appointment, tour, signing, etc related to my career as if I was sitting in an office working for the man.

Bottom line is, don’t be a dick. (totally stolen from the always wonderful Wil Wheaton).

The second book of the Geek Kink series has a release date! Mark your calendars now for May 31st. http://www.ellorascave.com/rock-your-soul.html

Beth has been scarred both inside and out by a sadistic Dom and has worked hard to put the pieces of her life back together. However, the successful disc jockey knows one piece doesn’t quite align. She yearns to submit and searches for the one Dom she’s convinced will help bring her to lusty new heights.

When Ryan agrees to assist Beth, he’s surprised by her determination to persevere. Intrigued, he pushes her limits by using his gifted carpenter’s hands to bring her wild, erotic pleasure. Ryan, though, has scars of his own, and a tragic past filled with death keeps him at a distance.

Two broken souls will find a way to heal together. Beth discovers what she needs in Ryan, and her journey mends Ryan’s heart. But when the life Beth abandoned rises from the shadows, Ryan realizes there’s something far worse than his tortuous past—a future without Beth.

Warning: Get your world rocked by two very tortured souls who come together in a blinding explosion of sensual passion that knows no bounds. Except when there are ropes, custom-carved floggers, glass dildos and motorcycle sex involved.

O h, and did I mention the m/f/m menage scene? One can never have too many skilled men ready to lend a…hand. Or two.

The super talented Kathleen Grieve is posting today at the Lab gabbing about technology.

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Morning and thank you for having me here today! I wracked my brain to see what tidbits of my internal geek I have stored within my synapses that you all might be interested in learning about.  Finally, I remembered that I’d recently scene a show on the Discovery channel hosted by William Shatner about how the original Star Trek television series had influenced our present day that I thought nailed a lot of things right on the head—so to speak.

There were so many things that correlated to the technology we have currently use that as a fan growing up watching the original Star Trek and mooning after Captain James T. Kirk, I’d never made the connections until they were pointed out to me. 

Take the Star Trek Communicator, for instance.  Did you know that Martin Cooper, Chief Engineer at Motorola Company got his inspiration for our modern day cell phone from that one little piece of Gene Roddenberry’s imagination?  Look how that has influenced society as we know it to be now versus when we were kids watching that television show and were lucky enough to have a simple land line. 

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention modern medical advances.  Yes, how we diagnose and treat our patients today has a lot to do with Star Trek. Who knew that Dr. McCoy’s TriCorder with its non-invasive imaging style would prompt those in the field to develop a CT Scanner?  Computerized Tomography (or CT Scan) is invaluable in diagnosing cancers, strokes, abdominal problems…the list could go on and on. 

A lot of physicians I work with (and yours, too, I bet) are currently using their iPads in their daily care whether it be rounding at the hospital or using it for their office visits, this piece of technology is a must have for practicing using cutting edge technology. 

The first computers were absolutely huge and took up walls of space.  But the smaller computers seen on Star Trek helped to influence our first home PCs.  Remember the old DOS systems?  Large, clunky…and very very slow…

I’m sure that a few of you will remember those.  We couldn’t do much with them and they were super expensive, but we still wanted one.  Now we have something like this…

What a big difference, huh? And the things we do on computers nowadays.  Every waking moment is tied to computerized technology whether it be playing games, social media, email…And this all from one little television show from the late 1960’s inspiring a bunch of “geeks” to put fantasy into reality! 

Whether you’re a Star Trek fan or not, you have to admit that this is really cool! And the inspiration continued from all of the Star Trek television shows after the original which includes The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, and Enterprise.  Can you think of other pieces of technology from these shows that have come to our real lives?

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BIO:

Full time nurse, amateur cake baker, writer, and zombie obsessed, Kathleen draws a lot from the real-life medical drama she experiences as a RN for her novels. Writing romance is a creative outlet where she can effectively deal with the daily stress and sorrow, adding levity and humor to situations that provide a happily ever after when there isn’t one.

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My links:

www.kathleengrieve.com

Keeping A Pulse On Life & Romance Blog: http://kathleengrieve.blogspot.com

amazon.com/author/kathleengrieve

Twitter @KathleenGrieve

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Kathleen-Grieve.html

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Kathleen-GrieveAuthor/251669291518939 

Today’s Techie Tuesday if a bit of a mix between tech and art. For authors, popular promotion can come in many forms. Tee-shirts, lip balm, trading cards, shot glasses, etc. Bookmarks are also popular, but they can be expensive. If you’ve got a little artistic flare you’ve already won half the battle. I made up bookmarks (the first time I’ve traveled into such waters) for an upcoming convention and through a few hit and misses, I found something that works. And I only paid around 10 cents a bookmark.

Since I have some design experience, I knew I wanted to design the artwork myself instead of paying someone (which just drives up the cost). I use Vistaprint for a lot of my paper promotion because, if you catch them on a good day, you can get some very good deals. I’ll walk you through my process for making a special run of bookmarks and you’re welcome to replicate it yourself (I’ve even provided the templates). Image heavy post ahoy!

First I needed a template. I picked the vertical, oversized item from Vistaprint  and they’re kind enough to provide a template, however, since I don’t use one of the programs they provide the template for, I had to make one of my own. (you can download the template here for your own use, it’s a  png format. Keep in mind it is white, so if you just click to open the file, it will look like a blank page).

Next, now that I had my overall size template, I needed to divide it equally into three parts. You can download the template for that here for your own use, png format, or simply divide it out yourself.)

Now that I had my template, the magic could begin! I’m not the quickest designer, so for this particular case it took me a few days on and off of working on them to get what I wanted.

Remember, you only have to design one bookmark. You then replicate the design twice to fill the space. Or,  design 3 different bookmarks. I added a black line around the edge of the template for display purposes here.

Now that the front is complete, I needed to design a back. The important thing to remember there is the back has to match the front in terms of dimensions. If you use the same template for the front, it should align on the back without issue.

For this run, the back of the bookmarks will be black and white, so color doesn’t matter, even though there is some. You can order full color back sides with Vistaprint, it simply adds a little to the price.

Now all that is left to do is load the images to Vistaprint, make sure everything looks okay and wait for them to ship!

The finished product arrives and I get to gaze up my creation.

Alas, my work is not done. I ordered the oversized postcard and what you see is above – three bookmarks on one sheet. But for 10 cents a piece, I’m more than wiling to expend a little elbow grease. I pull out my trusty paper cutter (available at most office supply stores around around 20 bucks (or more depending on how much you want to invest)) and start cutting away.

 After a few precision cuts, I’m left with the finished product, three separate bookmarks. I flipped one of them over so you can see how the back fits along with the front.

Now just to repeat the cutting process about a gazillion times. Okay, not really, I’m making the last part up. But 100 postcards, with 2 cuts a piece? Busy, busy! I also have a run of shorter, wider bookmarks that I’ve done, but I’ll put that together for another post. The process is similar, but the templates are different (obviously).

I’ve got another similar paper promotion on a budget post in the works for another Techie Tuesday, this time for making your own promo booklets. Not sure when it will go live, I’m still nailing down the process to make sure I have it fine tuned enough.

One of the nicest, sweetest (not to mention most awesome) people in the world, Kacey Hammell, has a brand new contemporary erotic romance – Sweetest Salvation – available. Check it out!

Sweetest Salvation

Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light Bondage

Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple Partners

ISBN: 978-1-77130-330-9

Available at EvernightPublishing.com

*An Editor’s Pick*

After the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the world. The only place she finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented together.  There, Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a little while.

But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away the pain in her heart.  Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who she needs.

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013

“Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you. He said you’d know where to go.” He smiled and winked.

Cheeks on fire, she gave him a small nod and walked ahead. She moved into the bar area and looked around. The place was packed tonight.

There were a few people she recognized, but most were new faces. Hunter’s business was certainly thriving.

Bridget caught sight of her and waved. Andy did the same and turned to the left, down the hall that would take her to room fourteen and Hunter.

Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she looked to her right. At a table in the far corner, Paige and Nolan sat with another couple. She missed a step, but gained her balance again. She hadn’t thought about seeing them again. Paige waved and her husband smiled bright.

The couple’s kindness and understanding arced across the room. Andy smiled and waved back. They’d been there for her the other night. She’d be forever grateful for it.

Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.

The room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.

Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this room.

It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.

Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”

“What look?”

“That self-righteous look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”

“Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.

“I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”

He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.

His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.

She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.

“There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the door.

Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.

His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.

A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”

“Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.

“I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”

Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.

Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.

Dear lord, this was Hunter.

Could she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?

He was attractive, always had been to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man when she saw him.

Hunter always treated with her respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard women at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give her everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least.

And her body’s reaction to him today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a bad idea for them to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden realization that not just any cock would do.

She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.

Her breath hitched and her lungs filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into this man.

She needed to get out of this room and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.

Hunter’s palms never moved from the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against her back.

Pressed against the door, she turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming.

Hunter’s body pressed against her; the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just as affected as she. His length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her ass.

“Andy,” he whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, willed herself to push back against him until he let her go.

Her eyes opened when she realized her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach clenched. There was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She wanted him.

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.ca  / Amazon UK /

aRe / Bookstrand /

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Canadian author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres.  She is a true romantic at heart.

Where to find Kacey…

Website / Facebook / Facebook Author Page / Twitter / Amazon / Goodreads / Pinterest

Lisa Fox has stopped by to talk about her latest release, Knightly Desire. I got the chance to have an early look at the book and I have to say, Brant is certainly one uberhot hero!

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Hi Everyone!

I am thrilled to announce the release of my erotic, fantasy romance, KNIGHTLY DESIRE!

To celebrate, I am giving away a copy to one lucky commenter on my blog. Head over to LISA FOX ROMANCE (http://lisafoxromance.wordpress.com/2013/03/22/knightly-desire-release-blitz-giveaway/) between now and Sunday, March 24, 2013 to enter!

Knightly Desire by Lisa Fox

Blurb:

A routine mission turns disastrous when Knight Captain Brant and his men encounter a renegade mage. Injured and near death, Brant is brought to a nearby sanctuary of the god Ison, where the chaste sisters heal all those in need.

He is given into the care of Gabrielle, a talented healer. She is young, vivacious, bold—and a mage. She is everything wrong for him, and yet their desire and need can’t be denied.

Brant lives for his duty. Gabrielle belongs to a god. The lust-filled bond between them is powerful, but forbidden. No matter the consequences, their erotic bond cannot be ignored.

An Excerpt From: KNIGHTLY DESIRE

Copyright © LISA FOX, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

 “You’re awake,” a female voice said and Brant jumped. He turned his head toward the sound and found a young woman roughly twenty years his junior sitting on a stool on the opposite side of the room. His armor, sword and shield sat on a table beside her. “The Mother feared you would never rise.”

She was a spark of brilliant light in the otherwise barren room and Brant hungrily drank her in, everything in him yearning to absorb all of her vibrant energy. He took in her round face, smooth with the innocence of her youth and marveled at the striking contrast with her wide, sapphire eyes. Those eyes held ancient wisdom in their depths and seemed to know secrets far beyond her years. That look, that shadow, added maturity and dimension to her youthful appeal, making her a devastating woman. He tried to tear his eyes away, he knew his examination was improper, but he couldn’t help himself. It had been too long since he had gazed upon anything beautiful.

She ran her hand over her short, spiky red-brown hair as she studied him. Her eyes trailed over him as she waited for him to respond, her gaze both curious and sensual. Her lips parted as she lingered over his bare chest, and when she dragged her tongue over her plump bottom lip, his cock stirred. Visions of capturing her warm, wet mouth assaulted him, and he could almost feel how soft her lips would be against his, how sweet she would taste. Blistering arousal ignited in his chest, awakening all of the nerve endings in his body, and he was suddenly, acutely aware that he was naked beneath the thin white sheet. Her gaze traveled farther down, leaving a path of fire in its wake, and when she paused at his waist, he almost gave in to the fierce, animal desire.

With a silent curse, he bit down on his tongue, hoping to temper his thundering pulse. It was completely inappropriate for him to respond to her in this manner. Especially since he had no idea who she was or what circumstances had brought him to her. He cleared his throat and tried to shake off the lust racing through his bloodstream. “The Mother?” he asked, and winced as fresh pain shot through him. “Where am I?”

“The Britnol Sanctuary of Ison,” she said, and he blinked, finally taking notice of her robes, the red and white adornments of the sacred Sisters of Ison. Brant let out a disgusted breath. Oh, but he was a fool indeed. Even without the cowl of her station—which was odd, he’d never seen a sister with her head uncovered before—he still should have recognized what she was.

“Where is everyone?” he asked. The other sanctuaries he had been to were bustling centers of activity, the sisters treating multiple patients for a variety of injuries and illnesses. He seemed to be in a private room rather than the main hall of the temple, separated from the other patients, and disquiet settled in his chest. Could it have something to do with the mage? He had been touched by magic, was he now…tainted? He quickly pushed the thought aside. He was whole, weak, but still himself. He glanced over at his newfound companion. She did not seem overly concerned about being in his presence. He didn’t think she would be so calm if there was any reason for worry.

She shrugged one shoulder. “Who knows?”

Before he could stop himself, his gaze drifted back down to her mouth and unbidden desire resurfaced in his heart. There was probably a reasonable explanation for his segregation, but their isolation tested the limits of propriety. This woman may be a sister, however youthful her appearance, she was obviously old enough to have taken her vows, but he was an outsider. “Surely they wouldn’t allow a sister to remain alone in the presence of a strange man?”

“Why not?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. The gesture was all at once innocent and impishly wicked. “They say you are a man of honor.” She touched the white stallion emblazoned upon his shield. “They say that this means it is so.” She met his eyes. “Are they wrong?”

Brant’s heart swelled with pride as he looked at the stallion on his shield. It stood for everything he believed in, everything he fought for, held dear and would die to uphold. Honor, justice, duty. He met her gaze. “No, they are not wrong.”

Her smile brightened her entire face and her eyes sparkled. “Then why do you ask?”

He laughed. He couldn’t help himself. Her whole aura demanded it. She may be innocent, but she was also a tad bit too flirtatious for a sister. When the sisters took their vows, they gave themselves to Ison alone. He wasn’t much of a follower, but he did know that Ison was a jealous, possessive god. Brant decided he would do well to remember that—for both their sakes. He forced his face back into seriousness and tried to assume as commanding a tone as possible considering he was lying in a sickbed. “Bring me the Mother. I wish to depart.”

Her smile widened and his blood heated. He had seen beautiful women before, he had mingled with and even romanced some of the refined ladies of the royal court, but none had ever stirred in him the longing that she inspired. It was thrilling. “Oh, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” she said, her tone playfully admonishing. “You were quite wounded when your men brought you here and we vowed in His name to heal you. The Mother is not going to let you go until she feels that is done.”

That was not the answer he wanted and he bristled at the confinement. He needed to get back to his men. That mage had been gathering an army. He needed to make sure that the threat had been eliminated, that everyone was safe. He was almost certain that he had succeeded, but there was always a chance that the man still lived, still posed an immediate and terrible danger. “I’m fine.”

She laughed, a joyful sound that filled the entire room. “Are you? Well then, stand up.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. Was she actually challenging him? He was so shocked, he almost laughed. “What?”

“Come on,” she said, humor and mischievousness and deep knowing in her blue eyes. “Stand up. Prove how well you are.” She rose to her feet and extended her hand to him. “If you can take even two steps, I’ll get her for you.”

She was teasing him. He shook his head in disbelief. And he was enjoying it! “Why do I have to prove anything to you?”

She smiled. “Because, Sir Knight, I am your keeper until you have recovered.”

“You?” he said, and this time he did laugh. “You’re barely old enough to be your own keeper.”

“I am older than I look and we both know that wisdom is not reliant upon age.” She raised an eyebrow and her smile transformed into a smirk. “And you have not gotten out of that bed.”

He told himself that he was not being baited. He was going to get up, prove to her how fit he was and end this ridiculous game. And he was fine. Mostly. Fine or not, he had to get back to his men and resume his command. He wrapped the sheet around his waist and rose from the bed. His legs folded beneath him.

She was by his side in an instant, holding him up. She hugged him tightly and the soft, floral scent of her filled his head. He breathed deeply, taking in her delectable fragrance. Her body moved against him, lithe and firm under the heavy, shapeless robes, and the fire that had been simmering in his blood flared back to life. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Her smooth, white skin flushed a rosy pink and he could feel her breath catch. His eyes fastened on her mouth and hunger descended upon him in a wave of lust. She lifted her chin to him, her pink lips slightly parted and he leaned into her, accepting the unspoken invitation. The warm flutter of her breath tickled his lips and long buried desires swept through. He wanted to drink in her heat, her beauty, her feminineness, things that were forever missing from his life. His cock awoke with deep, throbbing need and his eyes drifted shut as everything in him yearned for one tiny taste of heaven.

The door opened and Brant started at the sound. The Grand Mother entered the room, frowning mightily as she took in the scene and the girl froze in his arms. The Mother’s steely-gray eyes fixed on the sister and he felt her twitch. “Gabrielle, attend,” the Mother commanded, and his beautiful keeper deposited him on the bed and went to the Mother’s side. “I believe it is your turn to stock the warehouse?” she asked, and Gabrielle flicked him a last look before nodding and leaving.

When the door shut behind her, the Mother turned her attention on him. “Welcome to the Britnol Sanctuary of Ison, Sir Brant,” she said. “I trust you are finding it comfortable here?”

Her voice was sharp with disapproval and it only deepened Brant’s regret for his actions. He had come into this house of a god and tried to take what didn’t belong to him, what he had no right to claim. “Mother,” he said, inclining his head to her. A formal bow would have been better, but it was the best he could manage. He did not think he could stand up again without help. “Thank you for taking me into your house of healing. I am in your debt.”

The Mother inclined her head in return. “We do our sacred duty here,” she said, and then met his eyes.

Brant heard the warning loud and clear. A warning he was ashamed to have to receive. He had tarnished his own honor when he tried to take advantage of the young sister. It was not a mistake he would make again, no matter how much his desire for her enflamed his blood. She was not his for the taking.

Buy: http://www.ellorascave.com/knightly-d...

About the Author:

World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.

Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.

Email: [email protected]

Website: www.lisafoxromance.com

Twitter: @LisaFoxRomance

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LisaFoxRomance

I thought I’d follow Lisa’s lead from last time and post about how I discovered video games.

For me, I fell in love with gaming the moment I sat down in front of my parent’s monster television set (and by that I mean it was a tube television set inside of a solid oak frame – which means it was a monster to move because it weighed a frickin’ ton. I mean, the sucker survived getting struck by lightning for Pete’s sake, but I digress…) and switched on the Atari.

That’s right, I lost my video game virginity to an Atari. I loved my Atari so much, I would spend night after night working it into such a frenzy, it got all hot and bothered. I mean that literally by the way. Playing BurgerTime or Frogger happily as can be and BLIP the little circuits couldn’t take it anymore and all I was left with was a television screen full of one very frozen game. My parents actually got hooked in too – I think at last count (before they sold the system) we had over 90 games. But BurgerTime was my favorite.

The shininess of the Atari took a while to wear off, but only in the respect that it was replaced by the wave of the future…the Commodore 64. I still remember sitting in front of it one Saturday afternoon, the little DOS cursor just a’blinking and writing a page worth of code simply to change the background color of my screen. Blue to purple in all its 8-bit glory! Whoa, what a concept! And boy did those pixels sure as hell hurt the eyes. The 64 was my very first foray into programming. I was hooked.

That was until Nintendo came along. Ah…Mario, those were the days. Believe it or not, I still have my original Nintendo and it works just fine. Even if you still have to blow on the cartridge a little or fiddle with the spring loading area. It’s stacked in there with all my other gaming systems. Luckily, I married a fellow gamer (his SEGA didn’t make it thought a recent move) so we’ve been able to pass that love along to our daughter. Saturday nights in our house can either be quiet as someone works through a task on Skyrim or rowdy as we all grab a remote and attack each other with lightsabers in Star Wars (we, er, actually have the glowing lightsaber for the Wii controllers too).

It’s release day! Taking Over Me, Geek Kink Book 1, is now finally available for purchase. To help me celebrate, some of my fellow author friends have been kind enough to help me spread the word. They’re sharing some excerpts (there are 4 different excerpts, not all posts will have the same excerpt and some posts won’t be live until later in the week) and helping me get the word out for a great contest for an exclusive Swag Pack.

Emily Cale

Cassandra Carr

Virginia Cavanaugh

Lucy Felthouse

Lisa Fox

Graylin Fox

Kacey Hammell

Laura Kaye

Stacey Kennedy

Layna Pimentel

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It’s nearly here! Taking Over Me releases tomorrow from Ellora’s Cave (watch for a release day contest tomorrow). I thought I’d share a snippet from one of my favorite scenes in the book. From the get go, Patrick and Allison have a very intense, very passionate connection. Once they finally give into their desires, it’s full speed ahead – even when they spend the day at Allison’s favorite place — a comic book store…

An Excerpt From: TAKING OVER ME

Copyright © SARA BROOKES, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Arousal pooled in his groin as he watched. When the sensation flourished without any encouragement, he realized he couldn’t wait until later. He had to have her now. Where they stood positioned them perfectly so they were hidden if someone glanced into the room. Coming fully into the room was a different matter, but that had never stopped Patrick before.

Sliding closer, he slipped his hand along her back. She squirmed, giggling softly when his fingers dipped below the hem of her skirt. In one quick motion, he lifted her skirt over her hips. Her gasp filled the small space, arrowing straight to his cock. She moved to stand, but he slid closer, dipping two fingers inside her pussy. Her elbow hit against the table, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Al? You okay?”

“I’m fine, Tony. Just being a klutz.” A moan rumbled in her throat as Patrick drove his fingers into her harder, leaning close.

“I’m going to have you.”

“Okay, let me check—”

“It wasn’t a request.” Patrick lowered his voice. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

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He’s everything she didn’t know she needed…

Allison would rather fix computers than worry about sex. That is, until the newest barista in town changes everything. All it takes is one hot stare with his sinful baby blues to remind her she’s not just one of the guys. She has lusty needs only he can fulfill.

Patrick’s coffee shop is on the verge of an epic failure, until Allison takes charge of his computer system. He may not know anything about motherboards, but he does know how to take control—in and out of bed. Now Patrick is determined to get what he wants—Allison in his cuffs. His sensual mastery awakens an intense passion and under his command, he’ll unlock the geek girl’s darkest desires.

Warning: Collars. Cuffs. Clamps. Coffee.

You may never look at your local barista the same way again.