Delicious Delay by Tara Quan – 99c SALE!


Thank you for letting me share my multicultural contemporary romance, Delicious Delay. The book is currently on sale for a limited time. You can grab it for only 99c from Amazon, B&N, AllRomance, and Decadent.
After my own not-so-delicious delay in the Middle East, I set out to write something funny, sexy, and set entirely in an airport lounge. It’s a quick summer read meant to make your mouth water (from the food…) and your toes curl. I hope I’ve piqued your interest enough to give one of the links below a click. ~Tara Quan


Delicious Delay

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Interracial/Multicultural, Arab Hero/Sheikh

Stranded in a Middle Eastern airport, Michelle Day finds herself the object of interest for an abrasive, but all-too-sexy stranger—a stranger who tempts her with the forbidden in a land where indecency could get her killed. But how does one say no to such a deliciously, relentless pursuit?

Khalid Al Dehri takes one look at the red-headed spitfire in the business class lounge and knew he’d either been transported to heaven—or hell. Her tart response to his surliness intrigues him beyond all propriety and the longer he spends in her company, the more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction. But will she explore the sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep them apart?

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About Tara Quan


Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at

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He splayed his hand over the back of her head. She parted her lips to ask him where this would lead. But before she could make a sound, his mouth closed over hers.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed. Even if she did, his mastery would have turned the memory to cinder. She faced a man, not a young boy experimenting with teeth and tongue. Instead of the comfortable joining of lips between two people more friends than lovers, he drowned her in a tangle of silk and steel.

His tongue delved. She closed her fingers over his broad shoulders before trailing them down his triceps. One of his hands cradled her nape as the other spanned her back. The contact melted her muscles. With his arms snaked around her body, she felt captive even though she sat on top.

She should be in charge. She should be taking the lead. Instead, his mouth set the rhythm and pace, guiding her through the sensual dance she only now realized she had barely known.

She reminded herself this was just a kiss—a single, sumptuous, seemingly endless kiss that threatened to turn her brain to mush.


The Three Thieves and the Dom by Elyzabeth M. Valey

Greetings, everyone! Today I have the pleasure of being here with the four main characters of my novel, The Three Thieves and The Dom, book 3 of The Witches’ Mischief Series.


Please, allow me to introduce you to, Conall Dougal, Penelope Blackemoor, Isidora Quinn and Grace Tesh.

The group smiles and nods. Conall sits in the center of the couch, Penelope to his right and Isidora to his left. On the floor, at his feet sits Grace. Both women on the couch have an arm looped around Conall. Grace, dressed in a cream colored gown, sits close to Conall’s leg. He touches her head for an instant and I can’t help but notice the way her face lights up.

His piercing grey eyes find man and though he doesn’t speak a word I can tell he wants me to start the interview and stop staring at them.

Elyzabeth: Thank you for taking a moment to be here with us. Can you please tell the readers what is the best memory you have of the adventure you’ve just lived through?

Grace and Isidora immediately start giggling. Penelope on the other hand furrows her brow in concentration. A wolfish grin spreads across Conall’s face.

Elyzabeth: Are you all thinking about sex?

Conall joins the girl’s laughter as they nod, enthusiastically.

I: How can we not? His tactic to discover the truth from us was by seducing us.

G: Not a hard feat at all, to be honest. We were already in love with him and *she tilts her head toward Conall and feigns covering her mouth* have you looked at him?

C: Grace.

There is clearly a playful warning in his tone as the blonde blushes and scoots closer to his leg.

P: I was not thinking about the sex.

Even though her voice is incredibly soft, we immediately turn our attention to her. She sits with her back straight and her hands neatly folded on her lap.

Elyzabeth: What were you thinking about Penelope?

P: I was thinking back to when Conall found me. He had entered my bedroom uninvited and I had demanded he leave immediately. Of course, he didn’t. *She smiles softly and cocks her head to the side, surreptitiously glancing at Conall from beneath her lashes* He told me he wasn’t going to go anywhere. He didn’t shout or speak forcefully. I remember looking at him and seeing the vulnerability. He was baring himself to him in a way that until that moment he’d never done before.

I can’t help grinning as Conall reaches out to cradle her cheek. She closes her eyes and he presses his mouth to hers. The kiss is brief but the smile on both their faces is one of serenity and sheer happiness.  

Elyzabeth: What can you tell us about the witches?

C: I would not have recovered my heart had they not stumbled upon my path. I am eternally grateful for their help.

Conall pets Grace, then takes Isidora and Penelope’s hands and squeezes.

P: We are all grateful to them. Their first approach was a bit unorthodox. *she smiles* but, it rattled us.

Elyzabeth: I’d ask you about how you came up with your brilliant plan, Penelope, but I think the readers might prefer to actually read about. So,  instead, and since you brought it up earlier, I’ll ask: favorite sex moment?

I: When Conall took me over his knee and spanked me.

She laughs a little breathlessly, her black curls bouncing slightly as she shifts in her seat.

G: When he caught up with me at the warehouse. We didn’t get far but his presence, his touch, I’d missed it so badly and then there he was, doing things to me.

P: I love taking him in my mouth. He thinks he’s in control but — *she bursts out laughing at Conall’s shocked expression*

Elyzabeth: How about you Conall?

C: All of them.

The girls start to protest but he quickly quiets them by lifting his hand.

All of them. I can’t pick only one. Every moment with them is a gift, every second spent by their side, touching them, kissing them, making love to them, simply sitting at their side, is a favorite in my book.

There’s a flurry of skirts and hair as the girls move to take turns kissing Conall. When they finally quiet back down, he’s grinning mischievously.

Then again, I do love spanking them, cropping them, giving them a little ginger root…

Elyzabeth: Okay, that’s enough. Thank you all for coming and thank you readers for reading. I hope you enjoy the love story of these four sex-crazed fiends. Until next time!



The Three Thieves and The Dom

(The Witches’ Mischief, 3)

Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.

Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.

But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction


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“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”

“Yes, Master Conall.”

“Were you frightened then?”

She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”

Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.

“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”

Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted.  Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.

“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”

Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.

Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”

“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.

“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.

“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”


Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.

“Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.

Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.

“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”

Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.

“Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Master Conall, please.”

“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.

“I cannot.”

“Yes, you can.”

She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.

“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation.  “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.

“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.

“I cannot, I don’t—”

“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.

They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door.


Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Unlike his brothers, Jake Welther preferred to stay with his mother when his parents got divorced. So he was surprised when he was called to attend the reading of the will upon his father’s death. Jake never thought he’d get anything from the will. As it turns out, Jake’s father left his four sons not the house or the money but a young man named Luke.

A male prostitute Luke thought things wouldn’t go so bad until one unfortunate night an encounter with a client ended with him curled up in an alley filthy and caked with things he’d rather not think about. A man came to help him, but there was no way Luke could know that the man he knew later as Craig Welther, Sr. was worse than any of his clients.


About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.


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Love’s Labyrinth and Pleasure Android 7.1 by Ela Stein

Hello, everyone! I’m here today to talk about my two new releases with Evernight Publishing, but first of all, a very huge thank you to my blog hostess for having me. These are my first publications, so I am excited and a little scared 🙂 Writing has always been a part of my life, and getting published a dream and a goal, so it’s a cool feeling to have two books for my very first release date.


First, a little bit about my Free Read because… well, it’s free. So you can try out my writing at no risk, and I hope you enjoy it. This is a quick and short read, at a little over 5,000 words. “Pleasure Android 7.1” came about as the result of the eternal “what if” question. With all the advances we’re making in artificial intelligence and robots, it seems almost inevitable that this will be our future. I saw a video about the robots they are creating in China… they look like people, they talk, they make eye contact. It’s exhilarating, the progress we’re making, and a little creepy at the same time. Nico, the hero of “Pleasure Android 7.1” is definitely not the least bit creepy. He was created to be every woman’s fantasy and has the database to deliver (wink, wink).


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Zola is dismayed to discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to purchase her a hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, and tries her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such resistance and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro using his perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing more than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.



What the fuck.

A seven-foot-tall box occupied the middle of my living room. I stared at the prime male specimen behind the clear front panel. Well over six feet tall, with dusky skin, dark brown wavy hair, broad shoulders, aquiline nose, full lips—basically, he looked like a model, the kind you’d drool over in an ad for high-end products.

With his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes grazed his chiseled cheekbones. He looked as though he slept—an illusion of the most expensive kind.

I sighed, hands on my hips. My best friend, Lexia, had done it. For my fortieth birthday, she got me a sex droid. She’d joked about it, but I never thought she’d actually follow through. It had to be her—she was the only other person who had access to my apartment.

On the box, in large, blocky print, it proclaimed “Domestic Android 7.1” and underneath it, in fancy script, “For Your Pleasure.” Alrighty then. And what if it was my pleasure to get rid of it? I stalked to the box and circled around it. The back and both sides were solid panels of striking red. If it was supposed to be romantic, their marketing department missed the boat. I wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day, and this was even cheesier than a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Although, I could remember a time when chocolates, roses, and a little stuffed bear made my heart skip a beat. I had grown a bit jaded over the years, which was probably why my friends decided to gang up and torture me with this… thing. It stood there, like the proverbial elephant in the room. There would be no vid watching on my birthday, cuddled up with a bowl of ice cream. No relaxing in the tub with a good romance novel. Now I was too distracted, and I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself until I got this thing out.

A plan formulated: get the box outside and message his creator, Atlas Robotics Corporation, to come pick him up. No, not him. It. I studied the box. At five foot five, it had well over a foot on me. I tried to tilt it to the side, planning on then pushing it out the rest of the way. The damn thing was heavy. So heavy, it didn’t even wobble when I gave it my all.

Exhausted, I plopped down on my yellow pleather couch to glare at the box. I refused to build up a sweat today of all days. What a disaster my birthday was turning out to be. There was no getting the box out until Atlas Robotics agreed to stop by. Since they had no incentive to be eager to process a return, it could be days. Maybe even weeks, I thought miserably.

Not fair that here I was, suffering, while he—it!—stood there, all serene and peaceful. I jumped to my feet and approached the box. There was an easier way to do this. Turn him on and order him to take a hike on his own two legs. The more I considered it, the more I liked this plan. Quick, easy, smart.



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Okay, I hope you liked the beginning of my free short story. Now, onto my novella, “Love’s Labyrinth”. I am a huge fan of fantasy, and this novella is very close to my heart. It’s set in the far future, on a colonized planet. Humans weren’t doing too well with surviving on it after a crash landing, but the Gods took mercy and intervened, helping them figure it out. The Goddess of Love left behind her magical Labyrinth, where once a year, those who participate get to meet the ones they’re fated to be with. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) the ratio of men to women is skewed, so it’s not uncommon with a woman to find more than one mate. As everyone knows, the Goddess makes no mistakes.


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Auria enters the magical Labyrinth on New Year’s Eve, and its halls guide her to the two men she is fated to be with. Brener has loved her from afar since they were children, and Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, commanding in personality and intimidating in physical presence. They share a life-changing, passionate night together, but come morning, they must decide if their one-night menage can be the beginning of something new. When trouble threatens to tear Auria away from her life and the two men she is starting to develop feelings for, their connection just might be her only hope for salvation.



Brener’s tongue flicked masterfully on my clit. He knew what he did to me. I held my breath, feeling my insides begin to gather, ready for that final moment.

But just before it came, Brener stopped and jerked back, leaving me alone. My pussy protested, my clit throbbing almost painfully. My eyes flew to him in protest, in supplication, but then my whole being froze.

Brener was sitting back on his heels, his lips wet from his ministrations, his body stiff with shock. The same shock I myself felt, as I stared up at the stranger that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

He was gigantic, appearing to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an athlete’s body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider hips and his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white, was pulled back in a long ponytail—I could see its bottom reached to his lower back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold, pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard me with some measure of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being almost pretty, as did the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the green wall of the Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at complete odds with the tension that gripped me.

I gasped and used my hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover my splayed pussy.

Seeing this, he chuckled and shook his head. “No need to cover all the loveliness,” he said, and his words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection conveying he was not from our village. It sounded like a northern dialect.

“Who are you?” I could think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped to action, pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.

“Jhennen,” he replied, as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an afterthought, he added, “Jhennen Vayment.”

“What are you doing here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling. With them standing, it was clear Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the more sweet that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by this man, who looked battle-trained and used to combat.

“I suppose the same thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His stance was nonthreatening, but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The Goddess brought me here, same as you. So stand down, and either watch or participate, your choice.”

Outraged, I sputtered, and would have flown at him to slap that presumptuous smile off his face, but remembering my complete nakedness, I stayed put. “What do you mean, participate?”

“Is it the word or the concept you’re not clear on?” He turned to me now, his tone light.

“You’re not participating in anything here, or with anyone here. Feel free to turn about and go back the way you came,” I shot back, angry now.

“I think not. The Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and to be honest, I hoped we’d cross paths here.”






Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy… Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don’t do contemporary very often). If you’d like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love to get to know all of you, and even though my blog is new, I post regularly and update on life and my writing progress. Thanks so much for stopping by today and reading. You can find me here:







Keeping Secrets by Kiru Taye


Keeping Secrets by Kiru Taye

Contemporary Romance

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Have you ever loved someone and didn’t even know it?
That’s the dilemma facing Felix Essien when he wakes from a coma to find he is married to the most beautiful and sensual woman he’s ever known. He cannot remember her or their wedding; he who had sworn never to get married or to give his heart to another. Yet, he feels an intense bond with her that he intends to explore fully.
Ebony can’t believe her good fortune when her paper husband wakes not remembering the temporary marriage arrangement with no intimacies he’d proposed, and is now the adoring husband she’s always dreamt of.
She plans to make the most of the passion blossoming between them. However, would he still feel that way when he regains his memory and realises she’s been keeping secrets and their marriage is not what he thinks it is?


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So many unanswered questions. They wouldn’t all be answered today.

“What are you doing here?” He’d ordered her to take the day off. So had his father.

“I know what you and Daddy said.” She looked away from him. “I met up with my friend for lunch and I enjoyed being pampered at the spa. But I’ve been here every day since you’ve been hospitalised and it felt strange not seeing you.”

“But the chair…you shouldn’t sleep in it.”

Shoulders rose and fell as she looked up at him through her long, dark lashes.

“When I arrived, you were asleep, so I decided to read. I didn’t realise I was so tired. I just drifted to sleep.” She bit her bottom lip, drawing his attention to it.

The need to kiss her overpowered him. On impulse, he settled a hand on her back, pulling her close. With the other, he lifted her chin and lowered his head to meet hers.

Muscles on her back tensed. He massaged her skin like he would a skittish horse before a game of polo. With gentle brushes, he swept his lips across hers. The sealed, luscious pair called him to mine their depths. Instead, he coaxed and stroked and traced them with his tongue from one end to the other, bidding his time.

He’d caught a glimpse of her banked passion yesterday when he asked about their wedding night. No matter what else went on, they desired each other. Mutual attraction.

With a low moan, she leaned in and opened for him.

As he slipped in, her sweet flavour exploded on his tongue. She tasted of peppermint and vanilla. In the recesses of his mind, the kiss registered. He’d done this before. Tasted her.

A groan rumbled within and he slid his hands around her waist and lifted her onto his lap so that she straddled him.

Whimpering, she rubbed against him, hips canting against hips, supple breasts crushed to his chest.

Needing intimate contact, he ran a palm over her side, skimming the swell of soft breasts down to the hem of her tunic. He lifted it, his hand making contact with smooth, warm skin. Another moan escaped her lips. He swallowed it, loving her sound and taste. Moving his hand up till it reached her breast, he caressed it through the lace of her bra, flicking the already taut nipple with his thumb.

In response, she ground against his bulge.

Sweet fuck!

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A lover of books, as a teenager Kiru Taye used to read novels under the blanket with a torch at night. These days, with a young family to take care of, she’s still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.

During the day though, she transforms her wildly vivid imagination into sensual, atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.

When she’s not writing or reading, she’d hanging out with family and friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and children.

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Hi Kiru – I’m very happy to have you on my blog! Tell me a little about yourself. Where do your ideas come from?

My ideas come from all around me—life in general. It could be from watching people at the park or at the shopping mall or reading a newspaper article. And then I ask myself what if questions to develop the story.

What kind of writer are you?

I’m a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. I write page-to-page, scene-to-scene and I never know what’s going to happen until I’ve written it.

How do you balance life and writing?

Well, life takes high priority at the moment because I’ve got a year-old baby boy to take care of. So his needs and that of the rest of my family take up a lot of time these days. So I’m grateful for any writing time I get at the moment.

I know all about that! What drives you to write?

Characters conversing in my head. If I don’t write their stories I might end up being sectioned. LOL

Tell us about the experience of writing your book.

Keeping Secrets is a very dear story to me. Don’t get me wrong, all the stories I write have a place of importance in my heart. But this one has a very special place. I wrote the original draft back in May 2011 at a time when writing novels was very new to me. In fact I had only ever written 2 other stories before this one at the time.

The characters are very vivid and relatable to me. They are people just like me. In fact, I dedicated the story to my late best friend whose life inspired parts of the story.

The actual path to publication hasn’t been very smooth. One publisher rejected it. Another wanted a revise and resubmit. While another one offered me a contract for me. But in the end, I chose to go the indie route. And by the response it has received so far, I’m glad I did.

That’s great! What is your favorite thing about writing?

Creating stories that people enjoy. Providing an escape for a few hours from the daily grind of life.

And what is your least favorite?

Editing. I always cringe when I read some of my editors notes. But I’m always learning and improving.

Tell us about one of your own writing quirks.

Quirks? Hmmm. Okay. My stories usually contain scenes involving water and sex. In Keeping Secrets, it’s in the swimming pool. You have to read it. 🙂

Oh, I will! *grins* As an author, what scares you the most?

Not sure about this one.

And what gives you most gratification?

Emails / feedback from readers who love my books

Which authors most influenced your writing?

Buchi Emecheta, Jackie Collins, James Clavell

What’s next for you?

I’m working on the next instalment of the Passion Shields series, Scores. It should be out July/August 2014.

Who’s your biggest fan?

I’ve got so many fabulous fans. But these ones make my days very often—Kemi, Egoyibo, Kanayo, Henza, Omolara, Abiola, Olusola, and the list goes on.

Awesome – thank you for stopping by, Kiru!

Contract signed with Decadent Publishing!

I’m very excited to announce that my erotica novel High-Risk Fever is contracted by the fantastic publishing house Decadent Publishing. Getting this far has been a long process, and I can’t wait to start working with their reputed team of editors and polishing my script. More on release date, cover reveal etc. as soon as I get word!


Bite of the Recluse by Azalea Moone and Anais Morgan

Please check out the NEW, HOT release by Azalea Moone and Anais Morgan! And don’t forget the giveaway!



Two years ago while Tristan and his boyfriend were enjoying some privacy, a recluse demon attacked them and his lover paid the ultimate price. Since that day, Tristan has dedicated himself to finding the demon. After all, an eye for an eye. All evidence points to a recluse named Damon.

Like all spider demons Damon knows about Tristan’s mission and is forced to stay on the move. But fate has a wicked sense of humor and they must team up to fight the real killer. But when she’s closer than Tristan expected, his and Damon’s relationship is tested before it can begin.


He placed his hands on his hips. “I need to see. I need all the pieces of the puzzle.”

Kill me now, God. “I have a sore spot. It started hurting shortly after Marcus died. I’ve always meant to go to the doctor, but looking for Marcus’ killer became priority.”

“Okay. Well, where is it?”

Please God, kill me now. Not only did I not want to drop trou, but in front of a demon? More importantly, in front of Damon, and those magnificent eyes, gorgeous body, and desirable lips? How in Jesus’ name I became attracted to him blew my mind. For that matter, when? Completely out of left field. It hit me suddenly. We were driving, talking, at the mountain, and suddenly I felt it. A passion I’d forsaken years ago. Yet, here I was, my cheeks reddening. Fuck it. I sighed, stood up and began unbuckling my belt. I slid my pants down.

Damon backed up a few feet. “Umm, what are you doing?”

“The bite is on my thigh.” I lifted my boxers to just the bottom of my butt cheek. “My upper thigh.”

Damon gazed over me skeptically before kneeling down in front of me. I felt his warm fingertips touch my skin. To my surprise, I had to do everything in my power to stop from shivering. The way his touch felt, his fingers dancing over that sensitive spot… It normally hurt, but Damon was so gentle with me that it caused a different reaction. A different, dangerous reaction.

I glanced behind me. Damon looked up, his gorgeous silvery eyes gleaming with…lust? No, that couldn’t be it. But I thought it was. I drank in his gaze, the power behind those eyes. I had the urge to push him on the bed and allow our feet to entwine as we spent hours in bed together. Instead I pulled up my pants. Much smarter move.

“What do you think?” I asked.

He stared at me, a look of confusion crossing his face before he smiled and moved back to his seat. “Definitely recluse. I’d say my sister bit you.”

My skin burned from his touch. I wanted to, desired more than anything, to ask him to touch me again. I peered at him from below my lashes. He was doing the same. Fuck it. I rushed over to his chair and placed my lips upon his, claiming his mouth. The way he slipped his tongue past the barrier made my cock harden. I did the same, and our tongues danced with one another’s. He was warm, inviting, and didn’t hold back. My breath became harsh as I stilled, afraid of what I had just done.

I quickly pulled away and ran for the bathroom. Once inside I closed the door and pressed my body against it, hoping that if Damon came knocking, he couldn’t get in.

I knew I stunk. Plus I had a massive erection in my jeans. I turned on the water of the shower and got it to a nice temperature. After undressing, I stepped beneath the spray.


Favorite sex position?

Damon: I suppose it would be called missionary. Or some position where we’re facing each other.

Tristan: Missionary. Damon has the best come face.

Least favorite sex position but you still do?

Damon: Doggy, from behind, whatever you humans call it. I like to see the look on Tristan’s face when he’s fucking me. Unless he’s forcing me against a wall, or I have a blindfold on. I love it when he’s dominant with me.

Tristan: Over the shoulders. I don’t care who can do what, I cannot contort enough for that shit.

Favorite sex toy?

Damon: Anything that restricts movement. Cuffs, ropes, etc. and a blindfold.

Tristan: Paddle. I love the sound an ass makes when it gets smacked.

Sex toy you’d like to try?

Damon: This is another of my little secrets, since Tristan and I don’t practice hard BDSM, but I’m really interested in a cock and ball harness. Shhh… Maybe one day I’ll get the courage to ask.

Tristan: Ben Wa balls. I want to see Damon squirm while I cut open a demon’s throat.

If you could change one thing about the other, what would it be?

Damon: His overall attitude against all demons. I know he spent years killing demons in search for me, but now that’s he’s found me, his attitude with demons hasn’t improved much. There are good demons, well as good as a demon can get. But for him, they’re all evil. Sometimes I wonder if he still feels that way about me.

Tristan: His views on humans. He thinks all humans are beautiful. All creatures, in fact. He doesn’t understand that most want to hurt or kill you. Damon has too much of a trusting nature.


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Ask the Author with DC Stone—Writer, Crime Fighter, and Conference Planning Jill-of-All-Trades

Jackson D'Lynne

Welcome to my very FIRST Ask the Author interview, with my good friend DC Stone.

DC Stone

DC is the fabulous and kick ass author of High Scandal, Armed and Desired, Feral Craving, and the upcoming, Intimate Danger, the first book of her new Empire Blue Series from Evernight Publishing. With that decadent mouthful said, here is the eye opening and fun interview I am honored to share.

What made you want to write romance?

Well, as simple as that question is, it’s also one that I haven’t been asked before. I write what I like to read is the first thing that pops into my head. I’ve heard some authors, in the five years I’ve been doing this, say they don’t read what they write, and I’ve heard others say they drown in it so they can understand their genre. I write romance because I love getting lost…

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