Sunday, July 29, 2012

Promo Mondays with TW Gallier's Black Heart!

I'd like to welcome TW Gallier to The Naughty Pages today, with a guestpost and giveaway of the latest release, BLACK HEART! I've heard wonderful things from Vampirique Dezire, so I'm very interested to read what this is about!

Thanks, Phoenix. I'm thrilled to be here and meet all of you. My name is TW Gallier and I write
about vampires. Well, I like to write about witches and werewolves, too, but in my latest release
it's pretty much all about the vamps.

Oooh, Phoenix does so LOVE vampires! *Settles in to listen intently*

It's interesting how something sparks an idea. I spent a summer reading tons of mysteries and fantasies, all in first person. I wanted to write my first ever 1st Person POV novel, and I thought it would be a detective story set in a medieval fantasy world. Boy did I get that wrong.
While watching the second installment of Underworld, I was struck by a bolt out of the blue, complete with main character and title. Somehow my fertile mind absorbed the visual delights of Underworld, stirred in some Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and then flipped it over and spanked it. Vamps who are all sex and attitude, and with a very vicious streak, took over my world.
My latest release, BLACK HEART, is about a vampire slayer in Dallas who thinks her late night wild, wild west lifestyle gunning for vamps is a wonderful way to earn a living. Vampires are a fun bunch, what with their alpha attitudes and wickedly sexy over-the-top libidos, and Sable Hart likes to dance around them, toying with them, reeling them in, and then drive a stake through their vicious little hearts. All is well and good, until she makes that one mistake. And that's all it takes.

Captured by Yuri and his family of ancient Euro-vamps, Sable discovers they are in town for a
reason. Dallas has been chosen to be the next safe haven for the undead, and they were well into
achieving their goal. Vampires already control city hall, the police, and the media. Sable has
to turn up the heat and play the vampires' dangerous games of blood and seduction. Using her
cunning and body, she shows the vamps what this Texas girl can do with silver bullets, swords,
and a whole lot of attitude.

Here is a short excerpt (PG-13):

The a/c units were on the flat, tar and gravel roof. The service hatch wasn't locked. I opened it,
glanced down to ensure there was nothing on the floor to trip me up, and jumped in feet first.
Took less than five seconds. No hesitation. There was a steel ladder up the wall. I didn’t need it.

"Shit!" Gabe cried. He fell out of his chair in the corner and turned to gape at me from the
floor. I caught him on the computer. Porn site. I could see a video playing of a pair of black-
haired beauties in nothing but garter belts and heels making out. I gave him a disapproving
look. "Sabe!"

"In the flesh." I indicated the computer. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything constructive."
Gabe scrambled to his feet and headed for the closest rack of weapons. I took off after him. He
wasn't fast enough. Almost, but not quite. Gabe pulled a sawed-off shotgun down and swung it

around to shoot me. I caught the barrel in my left hand, and thrust-kicked him in the chest. I held
onto the barrel as he flew backwards a good five feet.

Setting the sawed-off shotgun down, I watched him gasping for breath. Once he could breathe
reasonably well, I watched Gabe's eyes do a slow climb up my body, from my feet to my face.
The stench of raging desire filled the air, drenching my senses. I could feel his burning need and
desire on a deeper, psychic level. Gabe was one horny man, and I couldn't help but wonder if that
was his usual reaction to seeing pre-vampire me.

I slanted a frown at the computer, with its porn video still running. He was horny long before I
got there, so it wasn’t really me getting him all excited.

"I need your help."

He looked me straight in the eye. Alpha werewolves couldn’t be mesmerized.


One lucky commenter will receive a free e-book copy of Black Heart. All you have to do is
leave a comment, and a winner will be picked tomorrow.

Well that sounds intriguing! I myself have a current work in progress with an Underworld flavour. There's something icredibly inspiring about vampires in the style of Film Noir.
Well, now it's the reader's turn. Leave a comment for your chance to win a copy of Black Heart! Do be quick though as time will be out before you know it!
Thank you again for coming to The Naughty Pages, TW!

Monday, July 23, 2012

Promo Monday with Randi Alexander to Turn Up The Heat!

This week I have been a bit lapse, and this post is a few hours late. I do have a good excuse, though, as I have two essays for Uni due this week. My apologies nonetheless, and we move foward with this week's Promo Monday!

A New Release, A Contest, and A Book Giveaway!
Thank you, Phoenix! It's wonderful to be here. I'm Randi Alexander and I write cowboy
and cowgirl erotic romance. I'm published with The Wild Rose Press, Cleis Press, and
I'm also self-published. My newest release, Turn Up the Heat, is available now from The
Wild Rose Press.

What is it about getting close to someone that can give you that immediate flash of
lust? It doesn't happen often, but once in a while you turn, look into someone's eyes,
and 'bazinga!' you feel it.

Now, I'm long-married, and very happy, but, as the guys say, "I'm not dead!" and
sometimes the body just has to feel what it feels. Whether that's fear, excitement,
friendship, or good old fashioned lust.

I explored the phenomenon while I was writing Turn Up the Heat. When a very
conservative cowgirl starts having LustFlashes around a very sexy Italian, she doubts
what she's feeling because the object of her affection is a woman.

In the excerpt I've attached, I put Mackenzie and Gina in close contact. Mackenzie's
body responds in hot, wild flashes of desire, but her conscious mind can't quite
figure out what to do next. Of course, Turn Up the Heat is a romance, so you can
probably guess what's going to happen. But I hope you enjoy the excerpt, and can feel
Mackenzie's indecision.

Have you ever felt that wild LustFlash? Was it a complete stranger? Someone you've
know for a while but suddenly there's a spark? Leave a comment for a chance to win an
ecopy of Turn Up the Heat.

Mackenzie Jarvis has never slept with a woman. So why has she fallen madly in lust with Gina Volto, host of the reality cooking show Mackenzie is competing in? Mackenzie’s wild desire to live out her fantasy, battles with her conservative Wyoming
values. Then Gina pours on the seduction, Mackenzie runs–home to her ranch, her horses, and her busy career as the owner and chef of a restaurant. But Gina shows up at her ranch in a snowstorm, and Mackenzie allows herself one weekend of forbidden, kinky pleasure.

When Gina admits she wants more than just a few days, can Mackenzie ignore her upbringing and her plans for a traditional life with a husband and children? Or will she give in and turn up the heat?

EXCERPT: Over 18 only, please.

“Okay,” Gina said. “Open your eyes.”
Mackenzie did, finding Gina’s face just inches away. Gina stared intently into her eyes, rekindling the fire that smoldered low in her belly. Mackenzie couldn’t breathe, her body tensing with anticipation. She parted her lips slightly to suck in air. Would Gina take it as
an invitation?

Gina’s gaze dropped to Mackenzie’s lips and stayed for long seconds. “Your lips…” Gina’s tongue slicked over her own lips as she backed away. “They’re a great color.” She turned to the counter and picked up a tube. “Just clear gloss, I think.”

Mackenzie swallowed, jittery with excitement and hollow with nervousness.

Gina slicked on the gloss, dabbed a little foundation, and brushed pink highlighter on her cheeks. Turning her chair so she faced the mirror, she said, “Ta-da!”

Mackenzie looked good. Really, really good. Surprising. Her eyes glowed bright blue. The contouring cheek color made her face look less chubby.

“How did you do this?” As if she’d ever recreate this look at home. Mackenzie rarely
bothered with anything but waterproof mascara. In a restaurant kitchen, everything else
melted off in the heat and humidity. She stood, still gawking at the strange reflection in
the mirror. “Gina, you are an artist.”

Gina smiled and leaned in closer to brush her fingers over Mackenzie’s cheek. “You
have beautiful skin.”

Their eyes met, and Mackenzie held her breath. Would there be a kiss now? Would
Gina wrap her hand around Mackenzie’s neck and pull her close, press her lush
mouth to hers, lap her with her tongue? Then what? The couch on the other end of
the dressing room? Would Gina lock the door, dim the lights, and peel off her dress?
Reveal those pink panties and even pinker pussy lips?

Mackenzie’s body hummed with desire as she waited, afraid to make the first move. Afraid Gina wouldn’t.

Gina only smiled and reached past her for a tube of lipstick, brushing her breast across
Mackenzie’s arm.

Mackenzie shivered at the touch.

“Let’s go to your place,” Gina said, walking across the room.
To celebrate my new release, I'm giving away, to one *commenter, an e-copy of
Turn Up the Heat. Just leave a comment today and we'll choose a winner tomorrow.
*Commenter must be 18 years of age or older to win.

Because Turn up the Heat is about a chef, I'm giving away a really cute custom-made apron and potholder set to one lucky person who joins my mailing list before August 8.
Click here to enter.

Good luck, and thank you!
Randi "Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied"
Wild and Wicked Cowboys Blog
69 Shades of Smut Blog

-Turn Up the Heat and all my Wild Rose books are available at The Wild Rose Press and all my books are available at Amazon.

Well that is all absolutely fascinating! Love that apron, by the way! Good luck to all the contestants, Definitely seems a worthy read, go check it out and get lost within the pages!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Promo Monday with Cree Walker as a Willing Sacrifice

This week I'm delighted to introduce you to Cree Walker, a brilliant author from Naughty Nights Press!

The sequel to ‘Whisper on a Scream’, the paranormal, shape shifting erotic book by Cree Walker, ‘WILLING SACRIFICE’… is due out on the 17th July.

It will be available from the Naughty Nights Press EStore and all good ebook sites.


Sugar Coon is the widowed wife of Jack Coon, her werewolf pack’s former Alpha. After having died because of a long forced separation caused by the Elder’s Council he hasn’t giving up their ‘forever and ever’ just yet. Werewolves mate for life and normally when a mate dies the other is soon to follow, but Sugar is different from the rest. She is a natural Born Werewolf just like Jack, however, for unknown reasons she doesn’t die within a year of Jack’s death. Sometimes she wishes she had.

The haunting from her dead husband starts out as gentle whispers and soft caresses on her skin, but soon as he grows stronger his real intentions are not easy to mistake. He wants what every werewolf wants – a forever mate – and if Sugar won’t die naturally, Jack is willing to take whatever steps necessary to bring them together again. 

The Elder Coon, Jack’s Grandmother, summons Sugar in an effort to overthrow its newest Alpha, Robert. For Sugar, meeting Robert isn’t exactly love at first sight, but she does feel drawn to him. A part of her thinks it’s just her bad taste in men.

Sugar is confused as to her role the Elder’s plan to overthrow this new Alpha. She’s wondering if it’s even such a good idea. The Elder Coon was fond of using Jack’s pack as a bargaining tool to control him, forcing him to become her own personal weapon of mass destruction when things weren’t going her way politically.

Trial and error unravels the web of lies and deceit the Elders have woven in order to control her, and attempt to control Robert to further their future conquests. Having decided they both want the same thing they find themselves on the same side when it comes to taking out the main source of the werewolves problems, the Elders. They also find themselves falling in love, something that terrifies Sugar since losing her last mate.

Sugar discovers she has a bargaining chip to play with when she speaks to a witch about a little poltergeist problem. Jack isn’t a ghost – or he’s not just a ghost – he’s a Hellhound. It seems that’s where all the bad werewolves go when they die. Hellhounds become servants to the Reapers who handle them in the afterlife, using them as retrievers for the hard to handle spirits headed south. This particular Reaper is willing to help Sugar take out the Elders if she’ll help him trap Jack, but there is an additional cost to the deal.

Sugar is pregnant with twin girls from separate fathers. One is Robert’s and the other is Jack’s, it seems Jack had one final wish as well.

The freedom of the werewolves has cost Sugar greatly and though she’s made several willing sacrifices in the name of leadership and love, she’s made one she is not willing to forgive herself for. The Reaper has made a request that Sugar love and care for both of her daughters equally, but one day he will return and chose one of them as a final cost for his part in their deal.

Follow Cree Walker on her blog page

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Special Midweek Promo with Julez S Morbius

For this special midweek promo I'm delighted to welcome Julez with his Naughty Hot Shot - Reunited at a Reunion! This man is responsible for my idea for The Crypt (WIP), so please show him some respect and check out his latest release with Naughty Nights Press!!

The latest hot, short, sizzling gay male fantasy book by Julez S Morbius, ‘Naughty Hot Shots – Reunited
at a Reunion’ is due out for release on 12th July.

Purchase your copy from Naughty Nights Press EStore, All Romance Ebooks, Amazon and Smashwords.
Naughty Hot Shots - Reunited At A Reunion by J.S. Morbius
Going to a college reunion, Victor Pierce, a self-made businessman, is looking forward to seeing
how his fellow classmates got on in life since they left. What he wasn’t expecting was to run into Ian
Kraemer, the male he lost his virginity to and the very man he had thought about almost every day since
they lost contact.
What happens when the two men meet? Can they find what they once had? Or has their passion for
each other long gone?
Follow Julez Morbius at the following places:

Monday, July 9, 2012

Promo Monday with VN Dare

A little while ago I reviewed the kinky debut of VN Dare's Claimed. It's been receiving some great attention, and now I'm thrilled to announce the release of Part 3: Bound!
At the end of Claimed Part 2: A Taste of Leather, Caleb left Anna with a choice to make. If you haven't read parts 1 & 2, you'll want to go pick them up so you get all the hot scenes and so part 3: Bound makes more sense!

Claimed Part 3: Bound

On Twitter you can find me @VNDare, and on Facebook, I'm under the same name. 

I hugged my journal to my breasts likean old friend I hadn’t seen for years. I’d been a week without it, but it feltlike months. I was torn by two desires. The first was to read the rest of whatCaleb had left me. The second was to run to my bedroom and write the jumble ofthoughts and fantasies down in my recently returned journal. The second impulsewon out. I was too afraid I’d forget something. I grabbed my journal, tuckedthe pages inside and took the whole box into my bedroom with me and laid myselfout on my bed. When I opened the top out to reveal the writing slope, I alsosaw he’d left me three antique dip pens, three modern pens, and two bottles ofIndia ink. I grabbed one of the ballpoint pens and laid my journal open on theangled surface. For a moment, I had no idea what to write. Then my hand seemedto move on its own.
Calebbeat me tonight, Iread. The words shocked me. Had I just written that? I came so hard when he whipped me. I deserved it, though; I was a badgirl. He gave me eleven strokes from the belt and told me I was forgiven. Hecalled me his good girl and held me in his arms. The pen dipped and swirledacross the page, my jumbled thoughts falling from its tip almost at random as Idetailed every moment of the past week like a teenager. No detail was toosmall. Once I got myself caught up on the narrative of the week, I ended with arefrain of the words I’d started the entry with. He whipped me for lying to him. I’m a good girl again. I wassmiling as I wrote the last entry, and a warmth had crept down to my pussyunnoticed as I detailed my week-long ordeal and punishment. I went back to thebeginning and drew a smiley face on a whim, so there was no mistaking that Iwas happy that he’d beat me.
My fingers wanted to dive into mysweat bottoms and play, but I forced myself to keep going. Next I wrote out thefantasies the week had inspired, including a new variation on the Red Dressfantasies that skirted the edges of forbidden territory. When I finallyfinished, I tucked the journal back into the box and slid my hand into thewaistband of my sweats. But for once, fantasy seemed out of reach. I hadn’ttouched myself all week. Frustrated, I rolled onto my side and buried my facein the pillow. Slowly, sleep crept up on me, and I fell into dreams of beingheld by Caleb, my hands drifting downward but never quite making it below hiswaistband.
My text alert woke me. I pushed myselfup on my arms and looked around wondering where I was, and who was supposed tobe with me. The little red light on my cell phone blinked, reminding me whathad brought me back to the waking world, and away from the place wheresomeone’s hand was wrapped in my hair. I rubbed the back of my hand against myeyes then covered my mouth as I yawned. Then the thought hit me. What if it wasCaleb? I grabbed the phone and opened the text screen.
Dreamedof you. Sending a discreet service by today. C. I smiled at the first line. He’ddreamed of me. I tried to imagine what he was doing right then. Was he layingin bed, aroused by thoughts of doing wicked things to me? Or was he in hiskitchen, making breakfast and watching TV, sending me a message on the spur ofthe moment? The sentence after that made me curious, though.
Dreamedof you, too. What kind of service? A.I texted back.
You’llsee. Good girl. Thewords made my heart beat faster. I climbed out of bed and shuffled to thebathroom. If someone was coming to my apartment, I wanted to look decent, evenif they were a total stranger. I’d finished my shower, slipped into a pair ofjeans, a plain gray t-shirt under a navy blue cable knit sweater and hadbreakfast made and halfway finished when the knock came at my door.
The man who stood on my welcome matheld an empty dry cleaning bag and a clipboard. He wore khakis, a sweater andloafers, and his hair had the look that only a salon cut could accomplish. Hiseyes and skin tone showed some Asian heritage, but when he spoke, I could hearIvy League in his voice.
“Good morning, ma’am” he said with awinning smile. “I’m Steven, with Black Tie Services.” He handed me a card thathad the business name, a phone number and a website on the front.
“Good morning,” I said as I looked thecard over. “Caleb said you’d be coming, but he didn’t say what you did,exactly.”
“We take care of your wardrobe.Discreetly, of course.” He gave me a conspiratorial smile, as if we weresharing an inside joke, and handed me the dry cleaning bag and a small envelopewith my name on it. My heart sped up as I recognized Caleb’s handwriting. Withshaky fingers, I opened it.
I’veopened a tab for you with Black Tie to have your pretty red dress andunderthings cleaned. They will take good care of them, and have them back toyou quickly. You looked beautiful last night. I’d love to see you in that dressagain. I will not contact you again until you have decided to go further. Youmust make this decision on your own, with no undue influence from me.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Promo Monday with Sherry Tooker, Mister Darcy and Cassidy Cade!

Mister Darcy and Cassidy Cade, A couples life in poetry.

Mister Darcy and Cassidy Cade is a journey from the first meeting of two people instantly connected. Their desires and lust for one another boils over into passionate sex and a lifelong romance.

It follows them through their playful boyfriend/girlfriend stage, phone sex and wilds nights including their first fight. The love they share for one another comes through in their wedding night where playing with each other in all the right ways sets the mood.

Their Kinky side comes out for Christmas as they enjoy their precious time together with toys and teasing. Then seven year itch see’s the couple stray and find prey elsewhere. The only problem they find it in the same place which reunites them and reminds them that they do love each other.

This story is hot, funny and done completely in rhyme. You won’t be able to put it down once you start.
Review by: Kim Faulks on June 19, 2012 :           
Wow, that was an amazing read. It was not what I expected at all, but once I started reading it, I was hooked. So captured in this story that I forgot everything else around me. Sherry, you have some amazing talent and I for one will be watching for more of your brilliant poetry.

Stay tuned for my review later this week! 

Christmas Kink

It was the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
The chains were clinking
As Cassidy cuffed her spouse.

His hands were bound,
His feet were bare.
She was going to have her fun,
With him captured there.

She covered his eyes,
With a black silk tie.
Gagged his mouth
And let him lie.

He struggled against his chains
As she watched him squirm,
Now was the time to start,
And show him everything she learnt.

Running her nails,
Down his perfect chest,
She took his nipples,
And started to press.

She toyed with his skin,
And made them erect,
Before wrapping her lips,
Around something she’ll never forget.

You can purchase Mister Darcy and Cassidy Cade at:


And for this week only one lucky winner can walk away with a copy of this lyrical delight! All you have to do is come up with your own original short naughty poem and the best one will win!! The winner will be announced this coming Friday (Eastern Standard Time Aus) when I post the review so hurry up and get your thinking caps on for your chance to win!!!