Wednesday, August 23, 2017

The science of paranormal creatures..#paranormal #FionaMcGier #eroticromance

This post first appeared on my other site Sweet n Sexy Divas, written by resident Diva Fiona McGier.

Fiona's a great writer and I wanted to share her post.



Oh, how jealous I am of writers who can write all day and night...or even everyday. I've been working on a book all summer, and it's only about 3/4 done. I'm still tutoring 3 afternoons per week and on Saturday mornings. School starts on Wednesday, and I've been asked to do a long-term sub job for a teacher who had a baby, so I'll be working at the school every day through September 8th.  I'm glad for the money, but sad that I'll have only a few stolen moments here and there to write.

My latest WIP is about werewolves. I don't usually write paranormal romances, but when I have dreams that dictate entire story arcs, I have to submit to my muse's dictates. Based on a dream years ago, I did a different, kind of scientific "take" on vampires. In my 2-book series, Prophecy of the Undead, and Mayan Prophecy Fulfilled,  I had the heroine from the first book,
Keisha, a neurobiology researcher, discover once she'd been "turned" that there are spores in the blood of vampires. These spores can withstand the cold of space, so presumably they float around in space, landing on random planets.  If there are no beings with iron-based blood, they die. If there are beings with iron-based blood, then they can infect them and produce a new life form whose entire body will be reformed to suit what the spores need.  Organs needed for digestion of food, for example, will atrophy, and only what is needed to process the blood they crave for survival, will be kept. But along with this way of being comes abilities like being able to fly, which I describe in a humorous scene in the first book, when Keisha is being taught to fly by the vampire who adores her, as well as by 2 other, much older vampires, who tease her about her clumsy first attempts.

In my werewolf book, my heroine will not be turned into a werewolf because that's not possible. I imagine it to be a genetic event, that causes a person to be born with a wolf sharing his or her body. The wolf keeps quiet until puberty, then can make itself apparent at any time. For this reason, there are special high schools that teenagers can be sent to, so that if it occurs, they are in a safe environment where others like them will teach them how to control their wolves, and how to change safely. There is no way to tell ahead of time if your child is "gifted" with a wolf. Two weres can have children who show no signs of being able to shift. Or two normal people can have children who discover, to their horror, that they have another voice living in their heads, and they regularly will have overpowering urges to undergo a very painful change, that will break and recreate their skeletal structure, as well as move their inner organs around. I don't even have a title yet, but since this was a dream once again, as the vampire books were, I'm really enjoying having the story flow out of me. I'll probably write for a few hours on Monday the 14th, and try for some time on Tuesday. Then Wednesday starts school and the voices will have to wait.

I've started collecting pictures of females who resemble my heroines, so I can have their image fixed in my head as I write. Do you do this? I've also been making notes about the surroundings, and about the familial relationships of the people who live on the huge compound that includes the school.

Can anyone suggest publishers who specialize in paranormal stories? Just wondering if there are any that I should be sure to submit to, when the book is finally done.

Find out more about my two vampire books, as well as my other romances, at my website, Until next month, happy reading!

Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Twitter, Google+ and more...share buttons below. :)

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Slasher Sam - Horror #Horror #SerialKillers

This one sounds interesting. The title and cover certainly caught my attention.

If you like horror and serial killer stories as I do, read on...


Date Published: March 31, 2017
Publisher: Darkwater Syndicate, Inc.

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

Beware: this book is not for the faint of heart, the weak of stomach, or the soft of bowels. In these pages are the blog entries of one of the most depraved serial killers of the 21st century—Slasher Sam.

Taking inspiration from several generations of horror films, Sam guts countless victims in creative ways, and posts these exploits to for the world to see, putting readers so close to the action that they’re practically in the splash zone when the blood goes flying.

And is there ever blood—Sam’s a savvy killer, too well-versed in horror film lore to make rookie mistakes, which is why the kill count scores well into the double digits.

Visit if you dare, just remember: in cyberspace, everyone can hear you scream...


A snap of a twig, a rustle of leaves, her head spins around in fright.

“Who’s there?” she says. “Randy, is that you?”

Silly girl. She’s just signed her own death warrant—as if she hadn’t already when I caught her and her boyfriend smoking weed a few moments ago. I’ve been stalking these two for about half an hour, and now he’s gone off to piss somewhere and she’s about to be offed in the opening scene.

To be fair, she’s exactly the sort of girl you hate to see get killed off so early in a slasher movie. Long blonde hair pours out of a red beanie, framing a face so pretty it could sell moisturiser. A tight white puffer jacket hugs her fantastic figure, and skinny jeans accentuate her long legs and ample ass.

I think I’m in love. But rules are rules. I don’t make them; I just enforce them, and she’s going to die tonight.

“It’s not funny anymore, Randy. I mean it. Quit clowning around and get back here right now. I’m really scared.”

I fight the urge to call back, “You should be.” Instead, the rustle of the bush is her only answer as I move out from my hiding place behind a large evergreen and walk back to the well-worn hiking trail where she’s standing, flaring her flashlight in all directions for any sign of her loser boyfriend.

When she sees me, her eyes grow so wide that it’s comical. Rendered immobile by fright, we both just stand and look at each other for a moment or two—her on the verge of a nervous breakdown, me on the verge of killing her. The tension between us is so thick that you could cut it with my machete. I try. What I cut instead is her head open.

It’s like one of Thomas Savini’s finest special effects, but, oddly, less messy. Blood and brain matter abound, of course, but it’s really more like piercing a coconut than splitting an overripe melon. Either way, the blade makes a satisfyingly heavy thunk sound as it punctures the cerebrum, ensuring that she’ll never get to learn French, read another book, or do anything ever again.

When I pull the machete out of her skull, she plummets like the quality of the Friday the 13th film franchise after Part VII: The New Blood. But I don’t have time to dwell on the disappointing Jason Takes Manhattan or the frankly unwatchable Jason Goes to Hell right now; I shouldn’t have even brought them up, because I’ve got a boyfriend to kill. He’s not my boyfriend, asshole. I mean the boyfriend of the girl I just killed. He’ll be back here at any moment.

Propping the girl up against a nearby tree, I pull the hood of her coat up over her bloody beanie and the gaping wound in her head. Even in death, she’s lovely. Now it looks like she’s just having a wee rest. Well, if you’re stoned or stupid anyway.

Fortunately, the boyfriend is a potent mixture of both. I hear him tearing through the jungle and spouting inane babble and sexual innuendo long before I see him from my hiding place in the black forest, opposite the sleeping dead girl.

“Hey babe, I just saw a really big snake,” he says while he’s still out of view. “Oh wait, it was only my penis. False alarm.” He laughs at his own lame joke. “I’m really horny. We should fuck again, if you’re interested. Seriously, you don’t have a choice, let’s do it.”

Wait, didn’t she call this guy Randy a minute ago? That’s a bit on the nose, don’t you think? It’s like a guy called Bob who can’t swim well, a dick called Richard, or if the parents of that blowhard politician who wants to build a wall to keep the Mexicans out and likes wearing a bad toupee had christened him ‘Racist Asshole’.

When I finally get a visual on this walking-talking meat puppet, he’s strutting up the track like a man relieved. Dressed in a black puffer jacket and a trucker cap—in spite of the fact that it’s the middle of the Goddamn night—he proudly wears a shit-eating grin through a stubbly beard like he won it in a contest. I just can’t wait to end him.

“You sleeping babe?” he says, bending over the resting corpse of his dead girlfriend. “Come on, rise and shine sleepyhead. I’m horny.” When she doesn’t reply, he shakes her. “Come on babe, I’m not kidding around. You need to wake up right now.”

Frustrated, he gives her a short, sharp shove and she flops over.

Impatience vanishes and terror takes control now. Whimpering like a sad puppy whose owners have abandoned it next to a busy highway, he slowly peels back her hood to see exactly the sort of damage that a sharp machete will render to a person’s forehead. He lets out a prodigious scream that’ll continue to ring in my ears a number of hours later, and then flurries around in fright when he feels a soft tap on his shoulder.

It’s me, lumbering behind him in my very best Jason Voorhees impression.

Shock, horror and frank disbelief are plastered all over Randy’s terrified face; for all intents and purposes he is face to face right now with the hockey mask-wearing psycho from the Friday the 13th series. What do you do in that situation? What do you even say?

“What the actual fu—”

But I guess we’ll never know his final words, because I cut him off mid-sentence with a swing of my machete and punt his head away like a soccer ball.

About the Author

Simon Petersen is an experienced journalist and popular blogger from Auckland, New Zealand. By day he writes about craft beer, world travel, and professional sport; by night he dreams up horror movie scenarios that’d scare the striped sweater off Freddy Krueger. Visit him at

Contact Links


Purchase Links

Reading Addiction Blog Tours

Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Twitter, Google+ and more...share buttons below. :)

Monday, August 21, 2017

My favorite movie kisses - sweet to HOT #TinaDonahueBooks #MovieKisses

Entangled Publishing recently had a FB party for its Scorched authors. The theme was fave movie kisses. These are the ones I came up with to celebrate the release of Wicked Takeover, book one in my Wicked Brand series.


1. SWEET KISSES – Aw – they don’t get better than Lady and the Tramp

This scene is so cute and says so much with the shy look Lady gives the Tramp and the roguish sparkle in his eyes. Ah, romance. My first taste of an Alpha male.


2. SOULFUL KISSES – Hmm – this scene in Ghost makes my legs weak. I love the slow burn in a story. Soulful gazes, an unexpected touch… The world stops, colors and sounds fade.

In Wicked Takeover, Dante and Lauren’s first kiss begins when she tells him he can’t date the clients at the tattoo parlor she owns. She wants him so much and can’t stand seeing him with other women. He knows she’s burning as badly for him as he is for her, so he does what any red-blooded guy would do – he corners her against the wall and asks her who she would like him to date?

I’ll let them tell the rest…

She glanced to the side, her face pensive, the way a person looks when determining what to say or do.
Dante didn’t move. Hell, he didn’t even breathe.
Lauren regarded him.
He waited.
On a longing sigh, she ran her fingers through his hair and brought his mouth down to hers.


3, THE CLASSIC KISSES – no one has to tell them how to do it. They wrote the freaking book.

What I like most about this scene in Casablanca is the way Bogart and Bergman drink each other in before kissing. There’s no rush. No ‘bam, bam, thank you ma’am.’ That wasn’t allowed way back when. Writers and directors had to capitalize on passion, two hearts and souls touching each other, fulfilling their need to be one. Wow.


4. THE MOST ADVENTUROUS KISSES – LOL, gotta try this one.

Who else but Spiderman and his lady love would come up with something like this? Every time I see this scene their kiss makes me smile. My romances have humor in them. I love a guy with a wicked sense of fun and who loves adventure. Like what Dante and Lauren do on a carousel in Wicked Takeover. I’m still grinning about that one.


5.  PASSION RULES KISSES – get me a fan and a cold drink

I love this scene from Fifty Shades of Grey! You know he’s dying for her, no matter what he says or how he acts. She brought him to his knees. All I can say is, “You go, girl!” Teach that man what you want.


She's just inherited a tattoo parlor...and the hunk who comes with it.

Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate HR job, she’s just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm Beach tattoo parlor…along with the virile dude who runs it. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty, and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash and score a new position in the corporate world.

Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and beautifully inked biceps. He sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance, recognizing the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.

Unwilling and unable to keep their hands to themselves, Lauren and Dante turn to carnal games and seduction. Until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.


Before she chickened out, she slipped inside and lost her breath as the cold air washed over her. Few things in life felt as nice as the chilly temperature in here. Latin music pumped from the sound system, its beat strong and sensuous, though not loud. More like the volume you’d hear in a high-class restaurant. The black tile floor sparkled with cleanliness, as did everything else, the air bearing a faint cinnamon scent. Three black leather sofas were to the right in the spacious front area. Photos of tattoos hung on the stark white walls, along with various tees and posters for sale. Everything in order and surprisingly nice.

No one was behind the glass-and-chrome front counter displaying ornate belt buckles for sale. Other than her, the place appeared deserted. It was always possible the young woman who’d just left worked here, maybe as the cashier, and had stepped out for her break…without leaving a sign that said she’d be back soon and failing to lock the front door.

Little wonder this place was barely hanging on.

The photos drew Lauren as a train wreck would. She touched her throat. Someone had tattooed a man’s tongue with Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam. The details were incredible and weird yet strangely beautiful.

A woman had her eyelids tattooed with large, cartoon-like irises. Even with her eyes closed, she seemed to stare.

Lauren edged away from that creepy picture and stopped at a tattoo of a monster’s head on a man’s groin. The guy’s amazingly long cock was inked to look like the monster’s tongue. She leaned closer and sucked in a breath. Even his balls had tats on them.

She didn’t want to know how much that must have hurt.

A door shut inside the parlor, and she spun around, surprised to see a guy striding down the hall, his attention on the clipboard he held. Okay, so someone else was here.

She guessed him to be in his early thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly six-three, no fat on his hard body, only smooth, bronze skin and slabs of muscle.

Her mouth watered.

He wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless tee. His bulging biceps sported tats. The one on his right arm was a band of thorns. The design on his left arm had a tribal look about it, possibly Celtic—a series of thick black swirls that intertwined.

Lauren pressed her toes into her shoes to keep from swaying or edging closer.

His hair was shoulder length, like a pirate’s, and a dark brown color. Those thick, silky locks encouraged her to ease the strands from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latino. Virile to the extreme. Even though it was barely two o’clock, he already had a five o’clock shadow and more testosterone pumping through him than the law should have allowed.

She bet he was uninhibited. Alpha to the core.

And not for her. Guys like him wanted goddesses.

Lauren backed up. Her shoes tapped in time to the Spanish music flowing from the sound system.

He halted and lifted his face, his dark brown eyes meeting hers.

Her bones went soft.

He smiled easily and confidently. “Hey.”

Lauren’s belly fluttered at his deep, rich baritone.

Noting her office wear, he put the clipboard on the front counter and approached, his stride smooth and assured.

His fragrance surrounded her. Something clean and citrusy, reminiscent of summer days, an ocean breeze, and sun baking naked skin.

She locked her knees to keep her balance and tried not to stare at his impressive Adam’s apple, luscious mouth, and full, kissable lips.

He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “Did you lose your way?”

With him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful but intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech.

Website  –  FB  – FB Fanpage  – Twitter  –  Amazon Author Page

Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Twitter, Google+ and more...share buttons below. :)

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Entombed - Romantic Suspense #Romance #Suspense

Like suspense with your romance? Try Entombed by Ruth Parker.

Read on for details...


Romantic Suspense
Date Published: 8/17/17

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

It’s hard being the daughter of a serial killer. Especially when your father has a lot of sick, twisted fans…

Camille West is the daughter of the infamous Body in the Barrel Killer, the maniac who entombed his victims in large steel barrels after days of torture. When she reluctantly returns to her hometown to take care of her ailing mother, there is a surprise waiting in her new house.

A barrel. A body. And a promise.

Camille has worked hard to forget her small hometown and the stain of her father’s crimes. But someone out there never forgot her…

If that wasn’t enough, her old flame Jake Musgrove is still in town, now working as a private investigator. His smirk and arrogance are a big part of why she fled her small town ten years ago.

Jake has screwed up pretty much everything in his life, but his biggest regret is how he let Camille walk away. Now that she’s back, he refuses to lose her again. He’s got to put it all on the line to protect her, but the killer is getting closer and he’s got to figure out who it is before Camille is entombed…

This romantic suspense novel is a page-turning standalone with an HEA and no cliffhangers.

About the Author

RUTH PARKER lives in Los Angeles, in a house covered in toddler handprints and cat hair. She has a crippling addiction to diagramless crossword puzzles, Forensic Files and John D. MacDonald novels. Send help. And pencils.

Contact Links

Buy Link

Reading Addiction Blog Tours

Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Twitter, Google+ and more...share buttons below. :)

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Resisting the Heartbreaker - Contemporary Romance #Romance #ContemporaryRomance

Christine Glover is here to tell us about her contemporary romance Resisting the Heartbreaker.

Sounds like a great read.


Contemporary Romance
Date Published: August 17, 2017

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

He’s breaking down her resistance one sexy moment at a time…

Director Trevor Maguire is determined to protect a secret that could destroy his family. The only person he trusts to help him is his sexy helicopter pilot, Samantha Bennett. She’s got troubles of her own and desperately needs cash so her company won’t go belly up. Trevor saves her business so he can use her company to do research for a movie while also conducting his investigation with her assistance.

Samantha’s got a non-fraternization rule in place for a reason. No way will she get involved with a client. Sure, she’s attracted to Trevor, but he’s only with her temporarily and she’s not to into casual flings, even if the hottest man in Hollywood wants her. They try to resist each other, but they can’t deny the heat flaring between them and their sizzling chemistry spirals into an intense connection.

When Trevor unearths the truth about his past, he’s ready to move forward, but he’s got a difficult choice to make—will he go it alone or will he bring the woman he loves with him?

About the Author

Christine Glover is the author of tantalizing, sensual, emotional contemporary romances. She enjoys finding the silly in the serious, making wine out of sour grapes, and giving people giggle fits along with heartfelt hugs. When she’s not writing, you can find her traveling the world, cooking gourmet food, and desperately seeking a corkscrew.

Contact Links

Purchase Links

Reading Addiction Blog Tours

Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Twitter, Google+ and more...share buttons below. :)

Friday, August 18, 2017

Return to Ecstasy is out! BDSM Erotic Romance #BDSM #Erotic #Paranormal

Return to Ecstasy - my erotic tale of lust and everlasting love is finally here!

If you like stories with BDSM, multiple partners, a hero to die for, and a love that has lasted through time Return to Ecstasy is for you.


A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…

Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draws Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he’s instantly recognizable as her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her.

Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave. The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all.

Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.

Website  –  FB  – FB Fanpage  – Twitter  –  Amazon Author Page

Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Twitter, Google+ and more...share buttons below. :)

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Sons of Twilight - Romance - Fantasy #Romance #Fantasy

Please welcome Collette Jackson-Fink. She's here to give us a sneak peek into Sons of Twilight, romance fantasy tale.

Read on for details...


Romance, Fantasy
Date Published: June 2017
Publisher: Outskirts Press

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

A mysterious black towering pyramid pushes its way up in the middle of the Midwestern city of Waterloo, IA, during an earthquake sending the city into chaos. It is the doorway to an underground world, the Garden of Eden where angels dwell. When a special tactical team is sent inside, one of its members Dane Coles is chosen to be among them, spinning his life and those around him into a vortex of twist and turns! Indulge in this hardcore fantasy!

'Sons of twilight', picks up where 'Daughters of Twilight' ends, throwing readers into a deeper complex story as Dane and Asia have been banished from the Garden of Eden to protect them and their twin sons from the evil that dwells there. Dane and his sons escape to the surface with the aid of Asia who is to follow, but not before suffering the wrath of the Ancient one; one of the oldest members of the Garden. He seeks to use the young lovers’ children for his own ends. When denied this, the Garden is thrown into chaos. Bands of angels ranging from war angels to peace keepers, elders to newborns; children of earth men and angels. Dane fights to keep himself and his sons alive while facing many challenges as he waits for his Asia to join him. He is not alone in his fight for survival as his team leader, Captain Ivan Steel and a host of other special team members fight to seal their place in the Garden along with their angel wives at their sides. A global darkness is coming and their new acquired skills are needed not only to protect themselves but the people on earth, globally, as they run interference in order to keep the peace among world warring factions.

Other Books by Collette Jackson-Fink:

Publisher: Outskirts Press

The special tactical teams had been trained for normal encounters with flesh and blood...not supernatural beings.

A quiet little city in the Midwest town of Waterloo, Iowa is about to come to life...with angels! When an earthquake measuring seven hits Waterloo, a huge black pyramid shaped tower pushes it’s way up through a corn field in Blackhawk County spinning the city into the national spot light. It’s thought that the “Black Tower” is dormant, but when special tactical teams are sent inside to investigate, special team member Dane Coles is confronted by the impossible...a beautiful creature that has been cursed and cast down into oblivion within the Garden of Eden, using the ‘Black Tower’ as a doorway to the surface...

Purchase Links

About the Author

Collette Jackson-Fink has been writing since she was 13 years old. A Persian Gulf veteran, Collette works as a respiratory therapist at a trauma center in her home state of Iowa with her husband, Ron.

Contact Links

Purchase Links

Reading Addiction Blog Tours

Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner
Please feel free to share the post via FB, Twitter, Google+ and more...share buttons below. :)