Monthly Archives: May 2013

Cover Reveal

I don’t have a fantasy man interview today. Sorry. The menz are not working with me lately, but that’s okay. It’s exhausting trying to keep up with all of them. Really. Maybe once I’ve recuperated and had time to stalk I mean, discover new muscled men who like do bare it all, I’ll bring the friday interviews back.

But I’m not leaving y’all hanging. Nope, I have some awesomeness to share. Like the cover of my upcoming release, Primal Flavor (Book 3 in the Cajun Heat series). This one is about the tiger shifting chef, Zachary Trahan, and his  human huntress, Colette Robicheaux. No blurb yet, but I’ll just say that it’s spicy. And not just because Zach is one hell of a chef. Things happen that probably aren’t coded to happen on kitchen tables and sofas. But I’m not saying what they are.

So please, enjoy the long-awaited cover for Primal Flavor. I’ll be over here drooling over it. Because yeah, it’s a hot cover. It could almost be a fantasy Friday picture, don’t you think?primalflavor_msr


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In The End

Continuing with my unintentional theme for the month of songs that sort of fit with my current WIP. I haven’t been writing on it, not from choice though. The closer I get to the surgery, the more I find other things I need to do. I spent the entire weekend buying furniture, or moving furniture, or watching my adorablez nephew, or reading. I’ve been reading a lot lately.

Mostly because Gyda isn’t ready for the next scene of her book. There’s some dark stuff coming up, some stuff that’s going to be hard for me to write and I’ve been gearing myself up for that. And I think it’s almost time. I need to get most of her story written before the surgery puts me out of commission. She knows this. She’s just being stubborn.

And I’m reminded of Gyda every time I hear this song. I’ve mentioned the Black Veil Brides before. I really love their music. I guess because it almost reminds me of old school metal. And if you watch the video, you might see shades of Mötley Crüe, a little Adam Ant (who was so not metal, but you’ll see what I mean) and even KISS. Then, the video itself has all sorts of Mad Max connotations which is cool, but none of that has as much of an impact as the song itself.

Because “in the end, as you fade into the night…who will tell the story of your life and who will remember your last goodbye” speaks to Gyda. Her darkness is a constant battle fought between the girl she was and the woman she’s become. It would be easy to end things, to slip away quietly, but there’s still a spark of rebellion, an almost animalistic need to survive. But it’s more than that. Giving in, giving into the darkness means her tormenters win. Fighting and leaving her mark on the world is the best revenge she could ever take.

And that’s what this song reminds me of. Gyda’s resilience. No matter what happens to her, no matter what obstacles I throw in her way, she’ll overcome them. I’ll probably cry when I get to that part of the story, but it’ll be worth it. Oh so worth it.

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J. Annas Walker Blog Tour

Title: Scion’s Avalon
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Flame rating: Sorching  
Released: 5/23/2013
Publisher: Siren BookStrand
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Dates: 5/23 thru 6/7

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Born and raised among the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina, J. Annas Walker was brought listening to oral history and traditional storytelling. Her hobby of writing short stories bloomed out of this tradition. With the encouragement of her sisters, husband, an aunt, and a very supportive cousin, she took a chance to turn her hobby into something larger.

After acquiring a bachelors of science in civil engineering technology, she worked for a number of years as a transportation designer. Designing road construction projects by day, she continued writing by night. Today, she writes more than she ever did and blends fantasy and paranormal into romance storylines. The fanged, spectral, magical, and furry have become everyday life.

J. Annas Walker lives with her husband, two teenage sons, and her cat/office assistant.

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Three years have passed since vampire princess Cassy Daniels, Scion of the House of Dracul, gave up her title to turn and marry David Ashe. Together, they live in exile with the Council of Crones, a group of elder witches. Isolated from the world, they found bliss. However, vampire politics soon intrudes.

Born vampire women are being kidnapped, and Cassy’s next on the list. After a failed attempt to take Cassy from the Council of Crones’ estate, magical portals lead back to the missing women. Cassy and David are tasked with bringing them home. David is sent after Elisabeta, Cassy’s sister-in-law, who is still on Earth. Cassy, however, has what it takes to enter the elf-kingdom of Avalon and retrieve the other three vampires.

Can Cassy and David hold onto their bliss or will Avalon’s magic lure her from home?


“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, and I really don’t like what you are insinuating. I don’t know where Liz is. I don’t know anything about her accounts. If Max or Father wanted me to know about this, they can call me. The phones here do still work, you know. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a class to teach in half an hour,” Cassy snapped. Anger colored her tone.

How dare they accuse her of anything? If Liz left Max, Cassy doubted it was done without a good reason. These men did not seem to think she had been kidnapped. Cassy stood to leave, not caring to wait for a reply.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell us where she is!” Reid sprang out of his chair and pushed her back down. He put both hands on the chair arms, preventing Cassy from standing back up. He leaned into her face. She smelled the fresh human blood he had on his breath. “You have to know where she is. The money shifted between one of her accounts, one of your accounts, and an anonymous Swiss account the same day she disappeared. You had something to do with it, even if you never left this compound. Admit it or we are going to haul your ass in and let the interrogators get it out of you!”

Adrenaline flooded Cassy’s system. Reid gave her a cruel smile, as if she were overcome with fear. A year ago, he would have been correct but not tonight. She was no longer the courtly lady she had once been.

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Monster You’ve Made Me

Welcome back for another What’s Playing Wednesday!

The heroine of my current WIP has really consumed my mind lately. Last week I talked about her scars, the ones her past has left on her skin and played some good ol’ Papa Roach. This week I’m talking about the monster she’s become.

God, this song. It really kills me, but not as much as my heroine. Gyda, did I mention her name is Gyda? Gyda is perhaps my most damaged heroine. I’ve written a few with issues. We all have issues, by the way. Even growing up with a perfect childhood can leave its mark. In Gyda’s case…well, her issues have issues. And what’s been done to her causes a monster to emerge.

Think of it as her id taking over. The id only knows what it wants, what it needs and nothing else matters. Which is why today’s song really hits me when I think of her.

This is the second time Pop Evil has appeared on my blog in a very short amount of time. But then again, they have some kick ass music. If you get the chance, you should really check them out. Today’s song is “Monster You Made Me”. Sure, it most likely isn’t meant for a young girl who’s had a rough life, but it works for this story. Especially when there’s a line that goes “’cause who I am isn’t who I used to be”. Gah, right through the heart! Okay, check it out. I have to get back to Gyda’s story.

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Muffi Beyer’s Scavenger Hunt

Genre: Fantasy romance
Flame rating: Warm
Released: April 2013
Tour long Giveaway:  First place- $20 GC to Amazon or B&N
Dates: 5/10/2013 thru 5/31/2013

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Muffi PicMuffi Beyer grew up on the beaches of Malibu and has spent her career writing for Hollywood.  Her credits include Days of Our Lives, Santa Barbara, Nash Bridges, Doc, Sue Thomas FBeye, and My Friends Tiger and Pooh.  She has also produced several reality shows including The Real World, Road Rules, and Project Runway Allstars. She currently spends her days writing her next paranormal trilogy, hanging with her kids and husband, walking her overweight Italian Greyhound, and recording her dreams for future projects. This is her first novel.

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Rachel appears to have everything – a beautiful home on Malibu Beach, a Exile 1st proof (1)successful career as a film director, and even an adorable four year old son. But Rachel’s world quickly implodes when her son dies in a tragic accident and she realizes all her success and money have left her alone and aching for the one thing she can’t seem to achieve—love.

Reeling from the loss of her son and her ex’s indifference, Rachel throws herself into work and heads to Ireland to film her next project. Once there, she’s plagued with vivid dreams and a gnawing sense of déjà vu. But Rachel’s tough exterior really begins to crumble when she spots a statue in the town square and is shocked to realize it’s the exact replica of the man who has haunted her dreams for months—a handsome stranger for whom she feels a deep and mysterious attraction…

Will Rachel choose love even at the expense of her own sanity? Or is her love for the man of her dreams more real than anything here on earth…?

“Exile is a deeply romantic psychological thriller that will take you on a roller coaster exploration of grief, logic, and the transcendental nature of love…”

Anya Richards, best selling author

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“And our first kiss, behind your Da’s shop,” Daniel says, his voice low, filled with emotion.“We were but thirteen.”

Yes. My first kiss. The only man I’d ever kissed. I can see his face now, so earnest, so eager, and frightened too. I watch the way his long, auburn eyelashes touched his pale cheeks as he leans in. I feel the scratch of his slightly chapped lips against mine, his breath warm against my cheek as he opens his mouth. I taste the slightest hint of strawberry jam. I was in love. This is what I remember.

I turn slowly to face him. No matter what I remember, I remind myself it’s just a trick of my mind. Synapses misfiring. A chemical imbalance. The definition of a hallucination is that you could swear it’s real. This is nothing more than that, I struggle to convince myself.

“You remember don’tcha, Katie?”It’s not a question. It’s a plea. I’ve never seen anybody want anything more. Want me more.

“My name’s Rachel. And no, I don’t remember. I don’t remember any of that.”

He blinks, as if I’ve just reared back and slapped him, but he quickly recovers. He doesn’t believe me, or maybe he simply refuses to do so.

“I understand. I swear I do. This is hard for ya.” He waits for me to say something, anything to keep us here, together. I bite down each and every question racing through my mind. Swallow the urge to throw my arms around him and collapse in a flood of relieved tears. I stand strong, hoping he doesn’t notice my knees are about to buckle.

“I’ll not come to you again. I can see what it’s doin’ to ya. When it’s time, you come to me, Katie. I’ll wait for ya. I’ll wait forever if it comes to that.”


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Same Old, Same Old

It’s so sad really. I have nothing new to report. Things have been going well, just not much has changed and I really hate to blog about nothing at all.

Okay, so a few things have happened. The surgery date is creeping closer and I feel a feverish need to have my next WIP written and submitted before that happens. Yeah, that’s not going to happen. Unless these characters shove me out of the driver’s seat and take over. Which they might do! I can hope they will at least. But I think I could probably be close to finished with the story in two weeks. If I can write 20k a week…yeah, we’ll see about that.

Next cool thing to happen is I learned a writer I look up to read Primal Song and “loved” it. I think my heart jumped in my throat because there is nothing more amazing than writers whose books you devour reading your working and saying “I really liked it” or something similar. It’s the ultimate compliment and one of the first I’ve had like that. I’m not going to say who she is, but just knowing she liked it is enough to buoy my confidence in the skillz of writing.

The other cool thing happened first thing this morning. My editor sent me an email saying she was accepting the third book in the Cajun Heat series, loosely titled Primal Flavor. Can we all say yay? Of course, part of me is thinking I need to keep my mouth shut. Oh those painful lessons learned when I was a wee writer have stuck with me. But for now, I’m going with optimistic. Yes, me. Optimistic. Amazing, isn’t it?

So yeah, I think that’s it. Really not that much to report. They’re all awesome things, well except for surgery, but that’s motivating me to get my butt in gear and handle up on this story which is a good thing. I have a plan…and enough books to last at least the next five years. Now if only I had won the powerball…


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I might have mentioned before (okay, a million times) that i generally have a theme song when I’m writing. Not me, my characters do.

For the first time in…well, at least 2 years, I’m working on something dark and moody. Very angsty. And I’m liking it. My heroine has been so damaged. Oh, she breaks my heart every single time I think about what she’s been through. And she’s been in that place where you have no more hope. That’s where I picked up her story.

My plan is simple though. I’m going to give her hope and a happy ending. She’ll never be able to forget what was done to her, or how she got to this point, but sometimes forgetting isn’t the answer. Sometimes we have to look at the scars our bodies and psyches have accumulated and realize they’ve made us stronger.

And that’s why Papa Roach’s Scars is Gyda’s theme song. I can’t wait to write her happy ever after.


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Spotlight on Tyler Robbins

Today I have the spotlight on m/m erotic romance author, Tyler Robbins. Here’s a little about Tyler’s latest release, A Beautiful Lie which came out on April 28, 2013!



Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.

Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?


Trip could feel the tension radiating from the other man. Following his instincts, he gripped Jesse’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’re not alone you know. If you ever want to talk or need help with anything, let me know.”

Jesse turned his head, shocking the hell out of Trip by leaning in to where Trip held his shoulder, slightly brushing his cheek against Trip’s fingers.

Trip tightened his grip, savoring the feel of Jesse’s skin touching his. Was he imagining it?

Jesse slowly lifted his chin as his green eyes, darkening by the second, settled on Trip.

Trip’s heart raced, and his hardening c**k pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Was this really happening?

He inched closer, inhaling deep, losing himself in the aroma of Jesse’s quite memorable cologne. He swallowed hard, his lips tingling at the thought of Jesse’s mouth on his.

Jesse’s chest rose and fell, his breathing grew louder by the second, infiltrating Trip’s mind until his own breaths caught up, matching Jesse’s pants breath for heated breath. Jesse’s eyelids lowered to half-mast, his desire obvious as f**k.

Trip reacted on instinct alone, no thinking, just doing. He pulled Jesse closer until their lips were centimeters apart. Jesse’s exhales warmed Trip’s skin.

The night went silent the instant Jesse’s soft lips grazed Trip’s.

Seconds felt like hours until Trip engulfed Jesse’s mouth all together. With hungry sweeps, Trip dove deeper, sucking, and tangling his tongue with Jesse’s. He cupped the back of Jesse’s neck, and held on as their mouths warred for dominance over the other.

Trip gasped when Jesse’s wandering hand discovered his erection through his jeans. “F**k.”

Hot air poured over Trip’s neck as Jesse’s kisses blanketed his throat.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” Trip splayed his fingers through Jesse’s silky, black hair, hoping against hope Jesse would move his mouth lower.

Jesse fumbled with the buttons on Trip’s shirt, and plucked the first few open. He worked his way across Trip’s chest, circling Trip’s erect nipples with his warm, wet tongue. “S**t, Jesse.” Trip struggled to catch his breath. Everything was so intense, moved so fast, Trip could hardly tell if it was real.

He leaned Jesse back, seizing the few stolen moments he hoped were actually happening. His kisses grew heavier, and his need increased. He’d take it as far as Jesse would let him. He had no choice. Please let this be real.

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First off, I hope everyone had a lovely Mother’s Day.

I had a lazy weekend for the most part. I did housework, but I also worked on world-building for a series I’m trying to kick off the ground. It’s going to be cool and I can hardly wait to hear what others think about it because oh the hopes I have! It’s amazing what a little excitement means to my overall feelings of optimism. I’m not the optimistic type, in case you didn’t know. I prefer grim, stark reality to wishing and hoping for the best. Reality is me thinking this thing is going to tank hard and I’ll be wearing the imprint of hitting the ground on my face forever.

We’ll see. Right now I’m too caffeine deprived to muster up much enthusiasm for anything but sleep.

But that isn’t even the purpose of today’s post. Nope, today is about commitment. Something I think I might have a little trouble with. You see, I realized today marks seven years I’ve been at my present Evil Day Job. It’s the seventh anniversary of the day I walked through the doors and sat at a desk, not my official date because I started as a temp. Sure, things have changed since that day. I’ve been promoted to a position that has convinced several coworkers that I’m a spy. Which I’m totally not. I don’t have time for that sneaky bullshit. I’m a busy person, y’all.

Yet the more I sit here thinking about my job and the fact that this is the only company I’ve worked at for longer than six years…yeah, I’m feeling the urge to move on. Is it the seven-year itch? Or just a misplaced belief that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence? However, just because there’s an urge doesn’t mean I’m going to follow it. That’s where being a “responsible adult” comes into play.

I can’t just pick up and quit my job. I have responsibilities. I want to buy a house, become debt free, put money away for an early retirement. By the way, is 40 too young to retire? I don’t have a chance in hell of retiring that soon, but it’s a dream of mine. Retired at 45! How awesome would that be? I could write full-time, go to conferences…*sigh* Okay, so sometimes I find myself hoping and dreaming of things that’ll never happen. I’m a writer. Go figure.

Anyway, seven years. SEVEN YEARS. Working for one company. I shudder and I try to forget about it. It’s a job, not a lifetime commitment, right? I can leave anytime I want. Right? *whimper* Okay, so it’s probably a good thing I’m not married. I like my freedom a little too much to be tied up that way. Unless Gerard Butler finally decides he’s going to stop being stubborn and see Cajun is the way to go. Then we’ll see.

Meh, that’s enough rambling. I need more coffee.

Happy Monday y’all

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Men In Review 3

I didn’t forget! How could I? It’s FRIDAY!! Wooo-hoo! That’s one thing you miss when you’re at a conference/convention. You have no idea what day it is. I can’t tell y’all how many times Lea and I would say “What day is it again?” because time really has no meaning unless you have a party/signing/workshop to attend. Most of the time, I’m all in la-la mode, or absolute talk-your-ear-off mode when I’m at a conference. That’s just how I roll.

I’m going to try to squeeze as many sexy men into today’s post as possible. I didn’t realize I’d interviewed so many! Now I have to ask that you not drool until the last man has been reviewed. Also, let me know which one you prefer. I might even go so far as to post a vote on the Cabal of Hotness blog at the end of this month. Hm, not a bad idea! So without further ado…

Magic Brian:

Magic Brian

Danica: What’s your favorite sexual position?
Brian: I’m calling it the crab, she’s on her back and I’m sitting up, my legs under hers and hers over mine so I can get deep and really nail her Gspot.
Danica: Whoa, Nelly! And that sound would be the collective “thud” as every woman hits the floor in a dead swoon. And look y’all, he’ll even cook for you after…And yup, there goes the thudding again.

Does anyone else find it a little warm in here?

Caveman Austin:


Danica: What’s your favorite kink?
Austin: I really like to please a girl. However, its the most fun when I get to please them in ways they didn’t even know they wanted to be pleased.
Danica: One sec while I pick my jaw up off the floor. “In ways they didn’t even know they wanted to be pleased…” Now that’s a loaded statement if I ever heard one! What do y’all think he means?

I’m still trying to imagine all the ways I’ve never known I wanted to be pleased. Which is a lot harder than you’d think. You know? *stops rambling*



Danica: What do you have going on right now?
Ted: Right now I’m currently in NYC. Going to casting, about to do some new shoots, start acting classes. I never have a workout partner so I’m hiring a videographer to film me in the gym. I’m about to be o nyoutube. Make sure to check me out and subscribe to my channel BryantFit. It’s not going to be like them other boring fitness models’ videos. It’s going to be some sick information and serious motivational like vidoes and I’m crunk! Think you’ll really like it.
Danica: Everyone got that right? He’s going to be on youtube. YOUTUBE

I still need to check out his channel. And no, that isn’t a euphemism for anything. I swearz!

Caveman Mark:


Danica: What is your favorite position? 
Mark: Um, can I just show you??…LOL Here’s the thing, if the chemistry is right, they all should be your favorite!!
Danica: For a moment there, it felt as though I might have hit the floor…

Danica: What kind of woman are you most drawn to sexually?
De Angelo: Personality is very important, what’s inside a person counts.
Danica: And there was a collective sigh as millions (okay hundreds) of women fell in love with De Angelo. And now imagine him saying that in his Italian accent.

I’m sighing. Again.



Danica: What’s your favorite kink? Yes, sexually.
Cherokee: I love an aggressive woman. I wouldn’t object to being spanked.
Danica: I know a lot of ladies who have belts, paddles and their hands ready to help him out. *cough*

Okay, fess up. Who wants to give this bad boy a spanking?

We’re starting up with new men next week. I hope. I have to hunt some more down. Le sigh. The life of an erotic romance writer is so difficult!

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