Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Getting to know @EdenConnor

Eden's needlepoint, framed
Eden Connor is the author of the Devilish DeMarco Men series. There are currently three books in the series, Sounds of Soft Pleasure, Wildly Inappropriate and the latest Incidental Contact. A fourth is in the works and I hope to have her drop by when it releases! She has other series, The Carmine Club and Give Me Shelter. You can find first chapters and series overviews on her blog. And like her on Facebook.

It happens that we have a shared interest outside erotica, needlepoint.

What I think really tells you about Eden Connor is her home, South Carolina. If you get the chance to ask her about it, do! She has many stories to tell, places to visit, and experiences to reminisce. Eden’s alma mater, Converse, is a ladies college that might have been a draw for Jocelyn of Kitten in my Blue Moon House prequels. Founded in 1889, its first class was a whopping six students. History is sprinkled throughout the state in plantations, memorials, and tours.
My WIP, nearly finished!

As Eden tells me, “If you’re in the Upstate in springtime, don’t miss the chance to jump off the interstate and see thousands of peach trees in bloom—probably the most romantic sight ever.” She has travelled, but never found a place she loved more.
I hope to visit myself one day. It should give me a closer connection with her Devlish De Marco men. I hope you enjoyed this peek into Eden’s mind and memoires. Really, don’t be afraid to ask her a question in the comments. She loves to share.

Here is a really short clip from the first chapter of Soft Sounds of Pleasure, book 1, giving you a sense of the love she has for her home.

The serenity of the setting caused him to leave the truck door slightly ajar rather than slamming it. The scent of fresh-mown grass hung in the warm April air, and the bright afternoon sun sparkled off the surface of the large fishing pond in the Walker's spacious backyard. A screen of cypress trees completely hid the house next door, and over two acres of neatly clipped grass separated the house from the quiet two-lane road running down the side of the property. Pete Walker's taste in land was every bit as good as his taste in women, Colton judged as he stepped off the driveway onto the steps leading around back.
The first thing he noticed was the wheelchair ramp built over the steps. That was new since the last time he'd towed a vehicle away from the Walker's. He realized he hadn't been to their back door since Pete's accident about three years back. The last car he'd towed from here had been their son Charlie's Jeep, and Lila had met him in the driveway that day. That had been almost two years back: the day after Charlie had pitched for the high school baseball team, winning the state championship, and then shocked the whole town by turning down his scholarship to the state university in favor of joining the Marines.

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Ready

A macabre teaser today. I'm sure there are other, lighter ones on the blog
Her mother and aunt flanked her, keeping Lizzie moving. They were herding her, but where? She had tried to ask, twice now, but was hushed.  A plain wooden door opened at her mother’s knock and a weathered brown face peered from the crack.
“Who is it?” a brittle, raspy voice asked.
“The Viscount’s wife and daughter. May we come in?”
The door swung wide to reveal a head of white hair, frizzy and standing in all direction. A hunched back was covered in tattered cloth that looked as though it might fall apart at any moment. Hunched as the person was, Lizzie couldn’t have said if it was a man or a woman.
“She is ready?” the old one asked.
“Yes. Let us prepare her.”
Lizzie didn’t understand. No one would tell her anything.
“Lie down, love,” her aunt said, helping her onto a fainting couch. She took Lizzie’s arm and held it out from her body, over the floor, draping it slightly.

“Fear not,” her mother said, just before leaning onto her shoulder with all her weight. Her aunt captured her legs beneath her skirts and sat on them. Lizzie didn’t struggle until she saw the knife and blood.

Friday, 26 September 2014

Flasher Fiction Friday - Black and White

The horse kicked and neighed, tossing its head to throw Tennyson from its back. Tennyson held on and spurred the beast to ride faster. He didn’t look behind him. He would only see white hats. Hats like his own.
When he thought himself safe, he slid from the horse, letting it run off and not concerning himself with keeping it. It wasn’t his after all. He pulled the white hat from his head and ripped the shirt bearing a silver star from his chest, boots grinding both into the dirt.
He was handed a new black one and smiled thanks.

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Thursday, 25 September 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #3

What is going on inside that head? What are his masters going to do about him? Don't forget to check out the blog for all the tasters.

“Terrance, leave us,” Sophia said, entering the parlor. “William. I don’t know what you saw when you were a boy, but you need to learn new ways. Do you understand?”
His lip curled in a sneer. “You want me to be soft, like you. A woman.”
Sophia stood taller. She slapped him across the face. The nature of his masters had never been a secret. Their inhuman strength and speed was explained by the lack of windows and the blood he so often cleaned up in the rooms. He was positive they were vampires. She was a woman, but she was stronger than he was. The unnatural abounded here. “You think I’m soft?” she asked, her voice sharp as tacks.
“Yes,” he said, sneering again. “You coddle me and you would coddle her.”
Sophia took a deep breath and muttered. It wasn’t English, so he had no idea what she prayed. “What you did worked, but you must not think that is because she is an animal.”
“But she is-” he started to say.
Sophia spoke over him. “It is because she gave you power over her. She wanted you to control her. That control comes with a trust that you will not injure them.”
He snorted. “Of course I would injure her.”
Sophia slapped him again and this time Will fell to the floor. “I will injure you if you don’t listen,” she warned. “We treat people in all sorts of ways here, many are not civil. Always, however, we have the interest of our clients at heart.”
“Clients?” he asked. He’d never talked with his owners about their companions. “She is a slave. You own her. She isn’t a client.”
Sophia’s expression brightened a little, her shining sapphire eyes dancing. “You are beginning to think. We don’t own her, actually. She comes here after she has finished duties. Her sister covers her evenings so she can be here.”

Will tried to remember ever having anyone stand up for or cover for him. There was no one. “She’ll be whipped. They both will.”

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - Worlds of Wonder

Tantalizing Tuesday gives you the chance to get sucked into all sorts of new worlds. After stepping into mine, head to the blog and read all the others. 
A steady quick clicking grew louder. Danika spun, trying to find the source. It was bad enough she’d gotten lost in this place, she didn’t anyone sneaking up on her as well.
The clicking didn’t speed up, but it did seem to become two-toned, one click louder and more pronounced than the next. Danika stared at the checkered floor, but it gave no hint of what lay in any given direction.
There was a faint whispering that was familiar. She’d run into strange creatures here, too thin to be real. Not skinny, flat almost. Like if they turned to the side you wouldn’t see them at all. She had run from them and wound up here.
She inched along, terrified, until she spied the end of the arching ceiling where it met columns and door. She nearly ran for it.
Click. Click. Before she reached the door it opened and a gigantic woman dressed in red stepped through. Danika wasn’t short, well over five feet, but the woman had to be more than seven. Her cheeks and lips were painted bright red and red ringlets fell to her shoulders.

“Have we found another Alice?” she asked. “Off with her head.”

Friday, 19 September 2014

Campus Sexploits 3 - Fall Into #Romance #BlogHop

Is that a cool breeze rustling the leaves? Is it a good time to cuddle next to a bonfire of colored leaves? Have classes started again? It's the time when those wild girls start walking campus again. I'm giving away a copy of Campus Sexploits 3 which contains four stories about love, sex and school. Let me know what color leaf (or shape) is your favorite. Do you like the chocolaty brown ones? The bright burnt orange? The golden yellow?

Here's a sample of my contribution, The Winning Bid:

Emptying the third bottle into her glass, Tim asked, “So how long have you and Bobby been a thing?”

She took a deep breath and one last bite of her cannelloni. “We first dated in high school. Sometimes, I think we’re perfect together, but after a few months, I realize that we don’t really get along. I mean, there’s chemistry.” She looked down at her plate and folded her fingers together. “A lot of chemistry. Not a lot else, though.” She looked up and Tim reached over to take her hand again.

“You were planning on bidding on him tonight.”

Laura clicked her tongue. “I don’t know how that got around. Yes, I was thinking this might be a fun way to be ‘on-again,’ but I’m not joined at the hip with him. I can change my mind,” she argued.

Tim squeezed her hand, stroking one finger after another. “I didn’t mean to imply that. Bobby had plans for you, too. Once he heard, he got his room all set for you. Well, that’s what I heard,” Tim told her. They each accepted the waiter’s offer of desert as he topped up their wine glasses again.

“Hmm,” Laura murmured. “I wonder what he had planned.” She looked over her shoulder where Jocelyn had moved around the table and was sitting in Bobby’s lap. “Maybe Jocy will make good use of it,” she said with a smile.

Laura jumped a little at the sudden moistness surrounding her fingertip. Tim had her finger between his lips and sucked it gently. Laura stomach did a little flip. She tried to convince herself that it was just the wine, on his part as well as hers. “You really aren’t upset?” Tim asked, pulling her hand closed and kissing the inside of her wrist. Laura’s mouth fell open slightly at the delicate, but very sensitive touch. Pulled this way, she couldn’t look over her shoulder and completely forgot why she had been. She bit her lip before answering.


“Good,” he said, looking up at her. She could see heat in his brown eyes. He kissed the palm of her hand before letting go to sip his wine again.

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Thursday, 18 September 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #2

Rolling with Will for a little while here. Then I'll go back to Harrold. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

Will turned to his masters. It was true, they were all standing there. The other female, Lynn, joining the two men and Sophia.
Sophia stepped up and slapped him across the face. “How dare you treat another person that way?”
“She’s not a person, she’s a whore,” he answered, confused.
Sophia inhaled and exhaled slowly. “There is much you need to learn about humanity. Return to your reading.”
He ducked his head, still much taller than Sophia. “I may?”
Her angry expression softened. “Yes, I encourage you to do so now that you have learned how. Perhaps the words will show you what life has failed to.” She stalked past him to the woman still tied in the room.
Will didn’t stay to watch what they did with the whore next. If it was like he’d been taught, they would disfigure her so no one would want her again. Instead, he picked up his book from where he had left it.
Terrance came into the parlor and Will dropped his book again, rising in a rush.
“Sit down, William. I came to apologize. Sophia has rightfully reprimanded me. I should not have put you in that position.”
Will sat down slowly, feeling very odd sitting while his master stood. “Why didn’t you deal with her?” Will asked. “Surely, you know what to do with a whore.”
Terrance sat across from Will. “She wasn’t a whore, Will. She’s another slave, like you. She’s been treated like a whore all her life.”
He shook his head. “She would be much uglier.”
Terrance’s jaw flexed and his glittering pale blue eyes seemed to light up. “We saved her from that much at least. We hope to find her an owner in the north.”
Will scoffed. The North was weak, coddling their slaves. Not for the first time, Will’s respect for his owners faltered. They coddled him, teaching him to read, giving him leisure time. However, the one time he had tried to work during the evening, he had been reprimanded and sent to his room next to the kitchen. It didn’t take him long to understand why they wanted him out of the way. The sounds had been incomprehensible to him at thirteen, but now, sixteen, he had a good idea what went on behind all those doors.
Still, by teaching him, they’d make him unfit for any other owner. They were ruining him. He could never leave the service of Blue Moon House.

Check out all the tasters on the blog