Sunday Reading – Juicy

Twilight Teahouse #1

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The first in a new series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, T.J. Michaels

Solie Shaw is a brilliant self-made woman. After managing a corporation by day, at night, all she wants is to not be in charge. The last man she’d gifted her submissive heart to smashed it to smithereens and then did the mambo on top of the pieces. Now, along comes the chance to get exactly what she needs from a Dominant she trusts, heart and soul.

All Solie has to do…is choose.

Twilight Teahouse. Come choose something decadent from our menu…

Warning: This novella contains elements of culinary kink, second chance love and experiments with big thuddy paddle hands.

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Another Bestseller!

We are happy to report that Mastered Two hit the USA Today bestseller list! Woohoo!

Luscious, Twilight Teahouse book two featured in Mastered Two, will be available in print at the Authors After Dark reader’s convention in August 2015. Thank you so much to everyone who purchased Mastered Two and to those of you who continue to buy books.

Music Monday: 03-Nov-2014

The week has flown by and it’s already Tuesday! A bit slow getting my music up, but I think you’ll enjoy this pick.

As most of you know, I write a series called the Vampire Council of Ethics. One of my favorite villains in vampiredom is the character, Akasha, played by Aliyah alongside Stewart Townsend. In tribute to one of the bands who made the music for Queen of the Damned so freaking awesome my picK this week is: Cold by Static-X, whose lead singer passed away this weekend.


Enjoy and get your rock-and-roll on while you watch Queen of the Damned again. It never gets old!

Cold by StaticX

OMG, I’m a NYT Bestseller!

I am thrilled to announce that MASTERED, featuring my book, JUICY, has hit both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists. Congratulations to my fellow authors.

It’s a goal I’ve been working toward for YEARS and I’m absolutely thrilled to share this news with you.

Thank you so much to everyone who purchased the boxed set. And to those who haven’t, get a copy. I promise you won’t be disappointed.


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Snippet Saturday – Holiday

Snippet Saturday is a brilliant collaboration by bestselling author, Lauren Dane , and a fabulous group of authors that she’s invited to join her in posting book goodies every Saturday. I’m thrilled to be part of this mad fun!

This week’s theme is ‘holiday’, but I thought I’d put a little spin on it. Our hero and heroine are having their holiday interrupted…and there is nothing good about it.

Enjoy this snippet from Hatsept Heat, Vampire Council of Ethics Book Three, then visit all of the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the page.


Oh come on! Who could be banging on the door at this time of night, er, morning? Shinju rolled over with a huff, but her miffed grunts were nothing compared to Kenoe’s snarl as he kicked his way furiously out of the covers and stomped to the bedroom door stark naked. Her gaze remained plastered to his sculpted, muscular back until he disappeared from sight.

And she wanted him again even though they’d just made love—she had to garner some energy to lift her head and look at the clock on Kenoe’s side of the bed—okay, two hours ago. Damn the man had a fine ass, even at four o’clock in the morning. Wow. All those miles of pale skin and hair should have been a major turn-off. But God, he worked it so well with a face and physique so handsomely perfect that everything about him made Shinju all hot and bothered.

The way his muscles flexed and danced as he moved, like thick ropes overlaid with the fairest flesh. She grinned. Kenoe had a bit of a tan now since she’d had him teaching her how to ride horses and fish under the strongMontanasummer sun.

The languorous smile fell from her face and hit the floor when Kenoe flew back into the bedroom. Shinju sat up, eyes wide as apprehension streaked from the nerves at the base of her skull clear down to her feet. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Or, in truth, she could feel Kenoe feeling it.

“Naoru, what is it?” Jumping from the tangle of covers, she instinctively dove for the pile of clothes she always kept bundled next to the bed out of habit, ready to don at the first sign of trouble.

He motioned toward the living room as he jumped into a pair of sweats. Shinju was right behind him as he once again left the room. Her feet ground to a halt. Bix, Tameth, Carin and Alaan all stood waiting, and none of them looked happy to be there.

“What?” Shinju demanded. Alarm pounded at her temple in agitated waves when no one answered. “What is it?”

Cutting a glance toward her mate, she froze at the cold glint in his eye. His focus was on the Head Seeker as if what was coming was all Bix’s fault. But the emotions streaming from him held stark and utter fear coupled with no small amount of anger. What the hell was going on?

“Shinju, you will come with me.” Bix’s authority rang quietly through her.

“Naoru?” But he wouldn’t look at her, wouldn’t say a word. Instead he turned and disappeared into the bedroom again, leaving her standing where she was. She thought he wasn’t going to come back at all when he suddenly appeared dressed in his badass leather trench coat, black stretch tee and tactical pants. His soft-soled combat boots made no sound as he tracked to the apartment door and out into the hall, both stance and frigid body language screaming “pissed off”. Shinju just managed to get her gaping mouth closed when Carin and Tameth came to her side, each taking one of her hands in a comforting gesture.

They led her down to the first floor and into a palatial round room she hadn’t been in before. Kenoe was already there, pacing like a hungry predator in front of a huge raised dais big enough for a Broadway production.

At the top of the dais was an ornately carved half-moon shaped table that looked fit for royalty. This must be where the Council convened when they were in residence.

Bix walked to the dais, climbed the stairs and pushed a button in the center of a swanky-looking console set into the polished wood. Two seconds later the lights dimmed and a large LCD screen dropped out of the ceiling followed by a dial tone that resounded around the room. Every face present was granite hard and completely unreadable as the Seekers stood at ease. She would have actually been impressed if not for the underlying tension filling the space. That, combined with the arctic chill rolling off of Kenoe, set her nerves on edge.

The screen lit up but remained blank. Alaan’s deep voice broke through the silence.

“Shinju, this is an urgent matter or we would never involve you or any non-Seeker.”

Both he and Bix cut a glance toward Carin, who waved them off with a huffed, “Oh please”. Bix narrowed his gaze. Carin rolled her eyes, but didn’t say another word.

“Not long ago, our men inTokyointercepted a wireless communication from your brother’s phone. We thought we should get to the person making the call.”

Anxiety clawed at her gut. “And?” she pushed.

Bix turned toward the screen and spoke quickly. “Caller, are you there?”

A familiar face filled the screen and Shinju just knew she was going to throw up as the blood drained from her face.


“Shin, I wish I didn’t have to interrupt your holiday, but I need you to come home right away.”

“Why? What’s happened?” Immediately Kenoe was at her side, hauling her against his steady frame with one strong arm. He obviously had a clue of what was coming. Sasuke nodded his head in greeting with a simple, “Kenoe, glad you are there with her.”

“Well, her would like to know what the hell is going on,” Shinju demanded, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. It proved impossible.

“It’s Max. He collapsed on the street.”

“What? Where is he now, Sasuke?”

“I have him bundled up on the living room couch for now. Luckily we were just outside his apartment building. I called the ambulance. They’re on the way. You have to get here, Shin-chan. It doesn’t look good.”

“But he looked just fine when I left—”

“He was faking it. He’s been ill for some time now. He didn’t want you to know.”

“Oh my God. I’m coming Sasuke. As soon as I can, I promise…”

Kenoe’s firm reassuring grip steadied her on her feet. Then he stepped forward and took over as Carin and Tameth moved away from their mates and replaced Kenoe as her anchor. Each woman took a hand and held tight.

“Don’t worry, Shinju. We’ll all go with you, okay?” Tameth reassured with a whisper. Shinju felt herself nod as her thoughts jumped from one to another, but wouldn’t settle or slow long enough for her to piece a sentence together.

“Look Sasuke, Dr. Carin and I are the most qualified to figure out exactly what’s happening to you and Max. We have some ideas but need to examine both of you right away. Max needs care, but at the same time, we can’t afford to allow human doctors to get their hands on him. Go to the hospital with Max. Stay by his side and don’t let him out of your sight. If they want to give him oxygen and something for the pain, fine. But don’t let them run any blood tests. Come up with a reason. Say it’s against your religion or something. Anything. Understand?” Kenoe instructed.

Sasuke nodded, then doubled over. A wracking phlegm-riddled cough rattled his chest hard enough to dislodge a lung.

Shinju’s hands flew up to cover her mouth as blood trickled from one corner of Sasuke’s. Shock didn’t begin to describe the terror she felt at seeing the man turn such an unexpected shade of purplish gray.

“Oh, no. Sasuke.” The words were barely a whisper, but it was all she could manage to squeeze out.

Kenoe practically yanked her off her feet and into his arms, his hands firm against her back, but his touch gentle and reassuring. And he was pissed clear down to his black buffed boots. With her head tucked beneath his chin, she heard him say, “We’re coming, Sasuke. Just hang tight until we get there. Since the ambulance is on the way, even if we’d called in our guys five minutes ago, they wouldn’t beat that ambulance to Max’s place. We’ll have them redirect to the hospital and take Max to a secure facility equipped to handle this kind of thing.”

“I understand. I will take care of it. The ambulance is here. But once we’re at the hospital how will I know the people who come to get Max are the ones you sent? Word has it there are others who would like to get their hands on him.”

Shinju couldn’t believe it. Sasuke deferred to Kenoe as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He hadn’t even asked her opinion at all and this was her brother they were talking about. And to her surprise, she was glad her man had a real pair of balls.

“We’re aware of the others. We also know of Max’s connection to Clan Li. Both you and Max are in danger, but not from our law-abiding kind. The men who come will be dressed like me, Seekers. Second, they’ll call me or Bix the second they arrive and we will verify via video phone that they are who they say they are.”

A man with slanted slate blue eyes and dark, bone-straight hair pulled back into a ponytail appeared on the conference screen.

“This is Slade from Clan Li,” Kenoe continued. “He will be with his partner, Alex from Clan Akicit. Both report directly to the Head Seeker, Jon Bixler or the Second, Alaan Serati, just as I do. If someone shows up claiming to be there for Max, but they aren’t with Slade and Alex, shoot them in the head and get the hell out of dodge. Wheel Max out on a fucking gurney if you have to.”

“Kenoe!” Shinju shrieked in alarm.

He glanced down at her, his expression furious yet contained. “This is life or death, lovely. Playtime is over. Now, go pack. We’ve got a plane to catch.”

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Snippet Saturday – Fireworks!

Snippet Saturday is a brilliant collaboration by Lauren Dane and a fabulous group of authors that she’s invited to join her in posting book goodies every Saturday, of which I am thrilled to be a part of. This week’s Snippet Saturday theme is—FIREWORKS, meaning an action scene or a love scene. I chose an action scene this go-round.

This is a scene from Death and Roses, a sci-fi erotic romance starring an awesome Gen8 Super Soldier named Scharsi and our hero, Tanil.

Now every girl needs to get her shopping in every now and again, right? Well, Scharsi is at the spaceport market trying to get her fix when she has to remind a person why you don’t ever, EVER want to mess with a Gen8. Check her out, then enjoy the rest of the Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Tally ho!

Today’s outfit, a gift from Princess Cerise, was a wholly feminine affair. Well, almost. Cerise had revealed that the bottoms were made of a synthsilk fabric so light that it would practically float against her skin as she moved. The cut was such that it looked like an elegant skirt, but the panel in the front actually hid the true design—a pair of wide-legged pants to give her the ability to move quickly and fight, if needed.

The top was a finely knit material, soft and clingy and just thick enough to keep the chill off her arms. It fit like a second skin, showing off her breasts, the muscular set of her shoulders and back, clear down to the flare of her waist. Where the top ended was where the pants began.

Both were done in a jewel-toned green that reminded Scharsi of precious stones. But she still sported tactical boots. After all, comfort was comfort.

“Hey, beautiful, how ‘bout joining me and my friends here for a drank?”

Drank? Did the man actually say “drank”? Good grief. Guess it took all kinds to make a rebellion work. And these men sported baggy overall suits that, regardless of the oversizing, still didn’t quite fit. These guys were simply…big. Not muscular, but tall and wide with bellies that could probably use a few jack-knife sit-ups. They sported various splotches of what looked like crystolium dust and engine grease. Hmmm. Scharsi wondered what use engine grease could possibly be in one’s hair.

“No thanks. Appreciate the offer.”

“Aw come on, darlin’. We’re about the only ones here that ain’t a-scared of you. Take your pleasure where you can git it.”

“I will say this once and once only. Go. Away.”

With that, Scharsi turned her back on the man and his dumb-as-volcanic-ash friends and went back to choosing a gift for Tanil. It was a hard thing. She wasn’t really sure what he liked. Today was an open market of sorts. Those who wanted to sell or trade brought their wares to the Bay, a large empty central space in the main hangar. Luckily there was plenty to choose from.

Idiot Number One stepped into her path.

“Word has it you’re some big bad Super Soldier bitch. But we know better.”

“Yeah, we know better,” said Idiot One’s sidekick. “Everybody knows that no Super Soldier leaves the corps. Only ones ever done it is the consorts of the princess.”

Scharsi smiled as she recalled Carl getting a friend to hack into the IMF security files. What she’d read about her generation of SS blew her away. It happened years ago, but just the thought of what they’d found in that file made her chest swell with pride. Why? Because it was the truth, probably the only truth she’d ever seen come out of the IMF.

CONFIDENTIAL—Conclusion of Gen 8 Testing: Ability to heal has increased significantly compared to a typical human. E.g. A bullet wound to a human’s deep muscle tissue of the shoulder would require 840 hours, or 35 standard days, of intense physical therapy and rehabilitation. For the same wound, Gen 8 requires approximately 210 hours, or 9 days with no intense therapy. Gen 8 is vulnerable to fatality by puncturing the heart, intestines or brain. However, the increased bone density in the skull makes it difficult. If a Gen 8 soldier decided to turn on the IMF there would be little we could do to stop them, other than track them down and kill them. Quelling a rebellion could only be accomplished by breeding a more advanced soldier.

“Why don’t you show us how badass you are? Come on back to our room. Bet you taste like real chocolate with all that pretty dark skin.”

Scharsi looked down at the fingers now dirtying up the sleeve of her new outfit. Asshole.

“Take your hand off me. I won’t tell you again.”

He didn’t. Bad choice.

“Well, you just look like a big-assed dike, to me. And a dike ain’t nothin’ but a wannabe man.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Scharsi saw a familiar shape on the edge of the growing crowd. Tanil. He simply shook his head with an expression of pity. She knew it wasn’t for her, but for the mouth breather who threw back his head and laughed like he’d told the biggest joke of the century. What the oversized, engine-grease-wearing IQ-deficient backward acting human didn’t realize was that he was the joke. If he pushed her hard enough, took one more step, he would learn that some jokes had terrible punch lines.

Damn. He took a step. Too bad.

Tanil had just left a meeting with Regan to discuss their next move. A shortcut through the central square brought him up on a scene that he had a feeling would become all too familiar.

He overheard the greaseball who had the nerve to touch Scharsi. All he could do was shake his head in amazement at how stupid some people really were. In fact, Tanil wondered where the man got the brain energy to breathe everyday. Before he could complete the thought, Scharsi was in action.

The woman spun off her weak foot and took down the target so fast Tanil was glad she wasn’t mad at him. Her aim for the soft flesh of the man’s belly had been true and he could tell she hadn’t bothered to temper the force behind her perfectly executed spinning back kick.

To this point, he’d only seen this woman’s purely feminine side. This? This was something else entirely. This was the trained soldier. The woman who could put her fist through a body and pull out a beating heart. The thought made him absently rub the healed laser rifle wound, now nothing more than a fading scar on his chest.

Her opponent, if you could call him that, must have thought Scharsi was through with him. Instead she raised the bawling, writhing mass of “supposed male” off the paved deck and tossed him into one of his buddies who probably thought he was coming to the rescue. Poor suckers.

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Snippet Saturday – Fears *shiver*

I don’t think today’s Snippet Saturday topic needs any ‘splaining. In this Snippet, fear = scared shitless! And this alpha is determined that his woman isn’t going to be anyone’s prey.

Enjoy this Snippet from Jaguar’s Rule, then be sure to visit all the Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post

Jaguar’s Rule
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There was no trail here, just a huge mound rising up out of the ground, covered with brush and vegetation. Making their way around, Aaron signaled Anthony and Austin to go to the left while he flew off to the right. If their luck held, they’d meet up together at the rear of the structure.

Adrenaline sent his heart up into his throat as it pounded from a combination of fear and hope. If anything happened to Reya he couldn’t even wrap his head around what he’d do. The only thing he could see in his mind’s eye was a curtain of pulsing red rage and black fear. Please, God, let him get to her in time.

The next scream froze the blood from his brain all the way down to the middle of his chest as it faded into nothing.

Just as he hoped, his brothers pushed aside the overgrown vines and thorns at the same time he did right in front of a low stone ledge that led into a newly uncovered structure of some sort. Thankfully, there was a string of dim electric torches lining the walls, obviously part of the excavation effort. Raising their night-vision goggles, Aaron again motioned for silence as they moved cautiously into the building and down a narrow earth and stone hallway to the sounds of scrapes, growls and snarls.

Toward the rear of the building, the hallway curved then opened up into a wide room. Three pairs of eyes widened at the sight of two muscular jaguars fighting to the death. Aaron recognized both cats.

“No!” he bellowed, jumping in front of his brothers as they raised their guns to fire. “Don’t shoot!”
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Review: Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Acheron (Dark-Hunter, #15)Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Okay, I had a hard time rating this book. It was a great read, but mostly because I was so curious about Acheron from the previous books.

The first half of the book gave insight into Acheron – his past, who he really is and why. It was absolutely heartbreaking, but after awhile it became predictable. I just knew that everytime Acheron’s sister walked into the room she was going to talk him into something that got him into trouble. I knew his relatives were going to treat him like scum. After awhile I wanted to say, ‘okay, okay, I get it already!’

Now the second part of the book that skipped up to modern day Acheron was pretty cool. Because of the first part of the book, I understood why Acheron did certain things and reacted the way he did to situations.

The heroine was brilliant. I liked that she was a total nerd like me, but she also had a wild side…like me. Her handling of Acheron was perfect – soft when she needed to be, and hard assed when she needed to be.

Over all I like the book…but I still don’t think the story needed 700 pages to tell.

Snippet Saturday – Openings

Enjoy this Saturday’s snippet from Egyptian Voyage which just hit the shelves in print. At the end you’ll find a lovely list of other best selling authors that have snippets waiting for you. Happy Saturday!


Now in Print
By TJ Michaels, Copyright 2007
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc., All Rights Reserved

Eden sat in the dark in his favorite overstuffed chair in the living room. The local news droned on while a small blue ticker scrolled across the bottom of the screen. He usually watched the screen with more than a little interest in the latest mayhem plaguing whatever port the ship happened to dock at. Tonight, the words of the news anchor, spoken in perfect Portuguese, rolled off him as he idly stroked the smooth bald head of the woman sitting quietly in his lap. She was twenty-six inches of porcelain perfection, clothed in the regalia of ancient Egypt and her station. Today, he’d clothed her in the white fine linen of the traditional shendyt kilt, leaving her caramel brown breasts bare.

He’d had her created with the face of the noble pharaoh, Hatshepsut. Perfectly formed lips and cheeks were free of rouge or coloring. Almond-shaped dark eyes were adorned with even darker liner that brought her face to life. Yes, she was definitely his favorite, his harem master, responsible for keeping the males in his harem in line. Not only was she beautiful and damned good at her job, her ability to interpret the tarot made her beyond valuable. Perhaps he’d keep her long enough to give her a name of his choosing.

Tilting his head, he contemplated the large tarot cards spread out on the coffee table. The surface of each was an exquisite work of art and displayed majestic Egyptian symbols of men and women who’d once ruled the ancient world. Their noble profiles brought a sense of kingship and kinship to him. The background of each was a mix of bold gold, turquoise and lapis blues laid over woven papyrus and set against a midnight deep black. Eying the beautiful tarot, the man stretched out a single finger and stroked the intricate borders of two that were separate from the rest of the deck.

Today, he’d drawn Strength and Justice.

Yes, beloved, you are both.

He looked away from the cards and into the lovely face of the woman who’d spoken into his mind. He still hadn’t figured out how she managed to do that. He could only hear her when she was near, but none of the others before her had ever been able to do even that much. She spoke again, her voice as clear as a summer sky in his head.

The cards proclaim you to be Strength and Justice, to bring balance to this world.
Everything Eden did had the tarot at its center. He never made a move without consulting them. Today, he looked directly at the cards, saw what they were. But what did they mean? It seemed the interpretation of the cards was almost always different from what he intuitively thought it should be. But his Egyptian golden-skinned beauty always explained it all.

Justice, she began in her smooth, seductive voice, is represented by a woman clad in white, a sword in one hand and a balance in the other. She sits on a throne with two lions at her feet. Strength is shown by a woman with a winged golden headdress, clothed in a white robe trimmed with turquoise jewels. A lion stands before her with the headdress of a pharaoh on his head. Strength holds the beast’s mouth closed and he can go no further.

Okay, so what?

Strength, my beloved, is a card of success as long as you retain your instincts and exercise self-control. Justice indicates that all is going as it should. Even if you do not realize it, you’re operating according to a divine plan. This plan is in harmony with you, my love, as well as correctness in your relationships.

Placing a gentle kiss on the top of his harem mistress’s head, his mouth lifted in a wide satisfied smile. All of it sounded wonderful.

“So, who is my goal this time?” he queried, as the usual excitement kindled at the base of his gut. There was nothing like the anticipation of what was to come.
There is a woman who has unbalanced the life of an important male. Her hair is a burnished hue and…

When he’d memorized the description of the female, he rose, placed the harem mistress back on her shelf at the top of the beveled glass cabinet and left the ship. Now he could hunt with precision.

Later that night, as his prey screamed into a hand held firmly over her mouth, he did indeed feel the imbalance of the world shift and groan until it settled into its proper place. The specimen’s sticky blood ran out of a fat hole in her back. It soaked through his shirt and streamed hot and thick over the ridges of his stomach, down to his navel. Yes, all was as it should be.

In spite of his ruined clothes, his chest puffed out with pride when the female took her final breath. Yes, once again he’d brought balance to the world and exacted justice on behalf of all those who depended on him as the rightful protector of the faith.

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